Sneak attack


Your kisses are spring morning
twinkling like the dew.
Lazy and Southern, like gentlemen do.
Timid and uncertain,
waiting for permission.
Sparked with a flame,
that needed only ignition.

Your kisses are not perfect.
You bless them on the fly.
While one was thinking,
or sleeping, or calculating pi.
Never when expected, never when demanded.
Your kisses are unexpected
not known until they’ve landed.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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