She touched her parted lips
with trembling fingertips
lips still tender
from the fervent kiss, he gave her

It started with a slow probing in lilt with a moaning cello
which heightened to an exciting crescendo
their billowing breaths mingled
all of their senses tingled

The fervid fire inside her
felt like it would consume her
making her forget
the things she’ll later regret

She tried to deny her intense fondness
but Kismet had a hand more or less
chose her soulmate
for she got the kiss of fate

©Winnie, Musings

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Day 13 of August Falls Poetry Challenge 2019

Word prompt: Kiss of fate