Big Kisses.

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I want to kiss you.

Like big, fat, kisses. Or angels, Or stars.

Or something, I don't know.

Love poems never make sense to me.

Poets say things like;

Your teeth are flowers

or your eyes are miracles. But you

aren't miracles, or flowers.

Your are some sweet boy with a good smile

and a shaky heart. Come kiss me.

I'm in-love with the miracle of your body-

beside my body.

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