Let me steal a kiss,
just a moment, just a breath,
where time pauses and the world fades,
leaving only us, suspended in the quiet.

Let me close the space between us,
bridging the gap with a whispered desire,
a soft plea carried in the air between our lips,
where anticipation hangs heavy and sweet.

It’s not the grand gestures I seek,
but the simple closeness,
the brush of lips that says more than words,
a stolen moment that belongs only to us.

Let me steal a kiss,
quick as a heartbeat,
yet lingering in its warmth,
a spark that lights the fire
we both know is there,
waiting to burn bright.

In that fleeting connection,
let me taste the promise of something more,
something that lingers long after,
like the memory of your touch,
the echo of your breath against mine.

Let me steal a kiss,
not to take what isn’t mine,
but to give you a piece of me,
softly, tenderly,
in the way that only we understand.

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