Coming [Poem] by David Sprehe

Painting you
With strings of good feeling
Streaming over your lips
Lips stretched in that so-quiet smile 
Come on your eyelids with thick lashes 
Some even lands in your hair
Dripping now down your cheek
Tongue ventures for a taste
Those are my babies
Wiggling along your skin
Eyes open
Those doe green eyes warbling space
And your giggle
I love you
I kiss you
Love is too small a word

Published by mistyrampart

Freelancer, poet, dreamer

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