Do not drink wine while reading this blog

...it burns when it comes out of your nose from laughter.

And now, brought to you by the lesbian in me [hehehehehe ;-) ] bad poetry.

here goes...and yes, women everywhere...those kissed and not yet kissed by yours truly...this one's for you...

first kisses are delicious

like gramma's

baked dishes

sweet nothings

slip

from

succulent lips

SEE (si)

you've got me

on this

drip

drip

drip

IF

moments like

this

could last an

*eternity*

maybe

we

should just

let it

burn

I tell you what...I remember when I wrote that and I was just pining to kiss the girl. Not only have I since kissed the girl, but I've learned my lesson about comparing kisses to my Grandmother's baked goods....I'd take a mouthful of my Gramma's sweet potato pie any day.
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...those early morning rays
when they hit your face
thoughts
are misplaced
and all I can do is

stop.

and think
of the possibilities

what if

I were to wake you
in a way that lovers' do
caressing the moons of your cheeks
fingers dancing in the sunlight
as it spills
between the covers
the only barriers
that prevent
us
from discovering better things
yet to come
overcome
with the need to
come
instead
I tread lightly
tracing your halo
in the sun's glow.
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