Coming [Poem] by David Sprehe

Painting youWith strings of good feelingStreaming over your lipsLips stretched in that so-quiet smile¬†Come on your eyelids with thick lashes¬†Some even lands in your hairDripping now down your cheekTongue ventures for a tasteThose are my babiesWiggling along your skinEyes openThose doe green eyes warbling spaceAnd your giggleI love youI kiss youLove is too small aContinue reading “Coming [Poem] by David Sprehe”


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