Leslie Alexis

(111111111 / Grenada)

Infinite Kisses


She told me that in her heart she has an infinite supply of kisses
For me!
Some kisses she said are gentle, to soothe my sore head, and
Others
She said are passionate, to knock me to the floor, making me
Want more
Some kisses are to strengthen me, so that in her I would be brave,
And then
Some kisses are like magnets and she said she'll hold the other pole.
She'll call me home.
She would give me kisses: ten thousand at a time, and infinite, would still
Be mine...
The kisses are numerous, forming daily because of our love - she said I am,
‘Her love! '
And in those words, in this feeling, lays the source of her infinite kisses,
For me.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis

Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010
Edited: Saturday, February 11, 2012

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