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Lips

She was English. I was running a summer camp in the south of France. She was gorgeous, perhaps stunning, a better word, with less of the 'flouzy' aspect.

 

We watched the sun rise, a few times, and the moonlight.

 

And one night, at what one fondly calls a disco, by the roaring sea, and among dead leaves, I kissed her.

 

 

 

I am the master

I am the slave

under the ultra violet light

a summer season's last kiss

even the stars ascended

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