xix. KISSING
written: july 8 two thousand 16
posted: july 20 two thousand 16
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I THINK ABOUT KISSING A LOT
but of course, i only think about kissing her.
i.
it would probably so fragile. our glass lips colliding, creating cracks but never
shattering. it would be so tentative. i would be afraid she is too fragile. i
would be afraid of shattering the glass. though, of course it's all just in my head.
ii.
it would be so soft yet so explosive. her lips would be pink flower petals that
have been lit on fire. like kissing an angel. like kissing God herself, oh - can
you imagine the magic? everything is red hot and i find myself on fire.
burning. and i'm completely okay with it.
iii.
i can picture the entangling of my hands in her hair. her hot breath on my
neck. the colliding of skin and bones and tongues and hearts.
iv.
we wouldn't speak but we'd smile and laugh. the crashing of my teeth
against hers would make us laugh even more. oh, god, what magic that would be.
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celestial
Poetry"positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space" because everyone I love, loved, and will ever love does, has, and will fascinate me much like the stars in the sky do.
