i do not stray
from the new things
coming my way
. . .
press my lips on your forehead
softly, gently, slowly
taking my time
as if the longer i took to leave you with a kiss
meant the more i'd know about what you're thinking
like the meeting
of my lips
with your warm forehead
would mean our connection would be deeper,
would mean i could understand you more,
would mean i could show you love in an alternative way
than just spinning passion 'round and 'round
in my mind
thoughts like kisses
building up, up, up
until the ******
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 4:06 AM UTC
i do not stray
from the new things
coming my way
. . .
press my lips on your forehead
softly, gently, slowly
taking my time
as if the longer i took to leave you with a kiss
meant the more i'd know about what you're thinking
like the meeting
of my lips
with your warm forehead
would mean our connection would be deeper,
would mean i could understand you more,
would mean i could show you love in an alternative way
than just spinning passion 'round and 'round
in my mind
thoughts like kisses
building up, up, up
until the ******
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