(listen to this poem read aloud)
Our lips touch,
slightly moist, an exchange
of power and passions
more than a moment,
it is a promise,
I don't have any photographs to illustrate this one, so you'll have to use your imagination, or memory.
Also, for those of you who listen to the poems, I have changed the encoding from WAV to MP3. This doesn't mean a lot in terms of how you listen to it, but it should make the file size way smaller, so it should download much faster.