If kisses were wishes
puckered lip squishes
bewitching your skin
as they begin
just like a kite
they start to take flight
dancing through skies
on nature's sighs
magic unseen
sweetly convened
into the heavens
wishes now leavened
to enrapture just you
the kisses accrue
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
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