Kiss
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i try lifting his head
he would simply resist
pulling my dupatta fringe
i would move my leg
he would hold on to my bossom
never allowing me to stir
i palyfully kissed the back of his palm
he broke into a divine smile
and would demand more
each time the hand reached my lips
i had no choice but to plant a kiss
and see him break into endless smiles
o, a wonderful six month old
he taught me the language of kiss
what wonderful rapport we hit at!
09oct2010
14.00 hrs
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