Just The Thought Poem by kayla young

Just The Thought



The curve of your hips
Is stuck in my mind
The taste of your lips
So sweet that I find
Myself lost in the thought
Of our next embrace
I see now I'm caught
Without even a chase

Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
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