Teach Me How To Kiss Again Poem by Emeyazia Iwe Chukwudi

Your lips are red like
A very hot coal
Just as I like it

Your chest is like water melon
Just like I like it

You smell freshness and angelly
Pure and pius but
I hope am righteous
More than once I was taken a fool
And I swore never again to mention
The word love...

Teach me how to kiss again
And I'll give you an Eden full of rose

Teach me how to kiss again
The last time I did was three years ago

Teach me how to kiss again
I want to live again...and not die.