a little love poem
when i imagine kissing you
your lips are cold
and wet
but your mouth is warm
it tickles the back of my throat
this kiss
it reaches down into my heart
and squeezes
with you
like this
anything* is possible
your lips are cold
and wet
but your mouth is warm
it tickles the back of my throat
this kiss
it reaches down into my heart
and squeezes
with you
like this
anything* is possible