Bless You Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Bless You



If I am a yawn upon your finger tips,
Then let me become your 4-letter word
Ripped from the pages of the dictionary:
Make LOVE to me;
Give me a KISS;
Touch me there...when your hands are FREE;
Now let me reciprocate SAME.
BLESS you.

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