"saipan" poems
I think kisses, should be given like gifts.
Like; I like what you’ve done smooch here have this
A kiss is like a bow on a present, it may be small, but it makes it all that much more pleasant.
Whether its a peck, French or Australian, a kiss is delightful, something uniquely **** Saipan
Lips pressed against skin send chills down spines and smiles on faces, lips pressed to lips send blood running through veins and a heart throb that chases.
The next time you pick flower petals one after another, thinking do they love me, love me not. Think about how splendid it'd be to have a new lover, to kiss you, and be kissed a lot.
I hope this inspires you to taste new tongues, to swap some spit and to have some fun, because at the end of the day and the best thing in the morning, is a wonderful kiss, to follow your yawning.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
*A half eaten Hershey bar beside a full ashtray
Nervous ticks with an eight ball of fury , so we digress again
My breath , the gust of wind that instigated a
typhoon in Saipan
Rainwater at my door containing a tear from a
child in Bangladesh
A ray fighting its way through the clouds
a half hour before sunset
The cocksure tightrope performer working without
a net , shooting at the stars with a hand pistol , thumb
drawn back
My forgiving nature and tolerance under it's nightly attack*
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC