if we should kiss
could one giant step
push us over that precipitous cliff
would we be amiss
wanting to affectionately trip
would it make a difference
knowing traction isn't always bliss
first kiss retraction
a contract leap of faith
sometimes we plummet
shake a defiant fist
still we're broken
how does passion equate
marred by inaction
ratios make up the sum of it
still incessant danger of falling
a stalling crush with kisses
its own darling fate
dismiss soulful notions
fractured by commotion
as emotional love calls it
what if passion is calling
recall that long red flag list
it's hard to read or see
through passion's delirious mist
that kissing with its closed eyes
make us of course so often miss
awaiting some torrid main dish
scream for rich wet dessert  
appalling unfettered things
better at making us sick
a ticking organism
tickling organs with a horrid rant
dreamy love won't fix us
steamy kissing just simply can't
rational means try to dismiss this
insisting on more soulful dreams
passionate love is seldom bliss
always some resistance
to honey and cream

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