-Unfinished Italian Sonnet-

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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

  • Author: Rob (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 28th, 2013 11:35
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Comments1

  • Cheeky Missy

    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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