Tasting cherry lips, like your chapstick.
Cookie skin, like your scent.
You're in my dreams, le plus belles scènes.
Cocoa eyes, they stay as sweet.
I want to read you like poetry,
smiling against your rosy cheeks.
The smell of story books in your bed,
kiss me sweetly like you were again.
You kiss the page with your cherry lips, I slip it into my necklace as a keepsake.
Mignonnette, let's play pretend. I'll write to you like Emily Dickinson.
© Sincerely, ♡ - January 2023
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoetryThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
