Cross-legged on the couch,
A staring contest.
“I love your eyes,”
His lips say into mine,
His words drifting surely
Up into my ears.
Kissing on the couch
Is how we get acquainted
With one another,
His tongue drawing circles
Around the back
Of my front teeth.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Cross-legged on the couch,
A staring contest.
“I love your eyes,”
His lips say into mine,
His words drifting surely
Up into my ears.
Kissing on the couch
Is how we get acquainted
With one another,
His tongue drawing circles
Around the back
Of my front teeth.
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