Also, here and there it is
misfortune
that we lose,
also, here and there
it is just lips. When I was
a kid, I would ask my mom
to tuck me
in, wrap me tight in covers,
make me into a burrito.
At times I would hold up in bed,
squeezing my body solid, similar to a board,
brain like a plume, senseless setting the scene
to be seen.
So I could be wrapped.
So I could be kissed.
What's more, what
I miss most,
is being made once more.
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Loving Language
How does Love talk?
In the weak flush upon the obvious cheek,
Furthermore, i
Last Kiss
I have battled the emotions
What's more, feelings inside
That fills and purges 
"Winter Love/Hate"
In all honesty I detest the cool; I solidify effectively
Be that as it may, I cherish
I Love You !
I know you're there
yet, my reality is so uncovered.
Nothing is remaining in your dire
You
As I lie in my bed,
Your name's passing through my mind.
Whatever I can consider as you
"All About Girls"
Young women!
They secure you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never conside