French Kisses Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

French Kisses



She is the ocean.
Her mist it covers rivers.
She controls the rain.
Where can I but last?
When she sleeping does.
I move her always there.

There is a secret there.
It comes but once a month.
Inclined In us, lips of those.
French kisses come and go.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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