Your kisses linger days later…
I find myself replaying our lip nibbling,
tongue wrestling, minor groping session
over and over and over again.
Imagining you discovering new
unexplored places to land your lips,
flick your tongue.
Your kisses linger days later…
From the touch of our foreheads
meeting and resting in between.
To our lips coyly pecking
before the next session begins.
Your kisses linger days later…
Kisses
A beautiful poem. I wrote about the kisses today. Not as good as this poem.
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