Can I kiss you? I just wanna feel porcelain against my skin, an unwrapped kiss against my lips.
Please, can I kiss you?
The girl with soft skin and sweet lips; the color of purity, so they say. I wanna color you pink... red... maybe even purple. I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna kiss you.
YOU ARE READING
humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
