I miss your lips,
the soft fragrance
of your kiss...
The way they turn up
when you flash me
the sexy smile that comes
just before your laugh.
You've become an addiction,
one I want to keep.
I love how your mouth
looks
when you say my name.
You caress it, just so,
as if you want it to linger
on your tongue.
It's been too long, Love...
I miss your lips…
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;
Then to that twenty, add a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred; so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million;
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
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