Yes, I've kissed them all.
Some with tongue.
But please believe
that each kiss,
each whisper of skin upon skin,
each lip whetted upon a stranger's
was preparation for yours.
So I understand your surprise
at my lack of action
when we met today beneath
the bridge,
when I smiled with my eyes
but kept my hands
and mouth to myself,
against both of our best wishes.
To kiss you would be to keep you.
We would hold one another,
share secrets, and make love.
Eventually we would bicker
and someday even fuck.
I never want to fuck you
and I never want to be fucked by you.
Instead we didn't kiss
so you will stay forever
in my mind,
perfect, polished,
and a stranger.
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