We painted a weekend with memories
Aye, this Amtrak ticket must go two ways
Itching for perfect kisses in three days
You smelled sweeter than syrup in the trees
Our first kiss was like blooming in fair breeze
Lips under teeth feeling the need to graze
I don’t mind my thoughts are off in a maze
Now reach through my chest find the pump and squeeze
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Comments1
It's a lovely beginning, yet both wants a finish and some editing to put it into shape.
Thank you for sharing, I enjoyed it.
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