The Feeling Of A Kiss

Been a while since I've been struck.

Carmex base touched in the wildest ways. The little swirls on the edges of our fingers rub all up down against fibers of your polyester overcoat. I wanted it to last forever. The passage and strike of lightning lights up the dullest parts of me. The dullest parts of me, the weak knees, those day dreams, dazed dreams, praised dreams, that lead to dance, then again.

You got lost gloss on your lips, with a bit my own, that's a mix. Mixture, tincture made up of every desperate part of me, every desperate
part of love. I love it.
That striking, pass of something more and less, sweet and sour.
I could do this for hours.
My 30% cotton and 70% plastic has never been clutched so fantastically, please don't leave, this is all I need.
I hope your eos needs me.

The drugstore dragged lipstick adventures the world that could announce love, but can't pronounce hate. The world that whispers words I appreciate.
I want this to last forever, the way
we lock together is a heartbreak shredder.

Sweet little nothings turn out to be something, then end up as everything.
This is everything.
The starstruck gazed of lightly being grazed is enticing.
None the less, this was exciting.
I hope to be struck again.