You fall
heels over head
I kiss
your lips
telling you for the 69th
time
in a minute
that I love you
love you love you
but seeing as how
it is rude
to speak
with one’s mouth full
I drift into the bliss
of kissing your lips
your lips
your lips
your
lips
y o u r
l i p s
l (ip) s
(())
(('))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ooh la la! The little piccies at the end are even more naughty! What fun for Jan though; -) HG xx