Yours

Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes

My sweetest of kisses would stick your lips…

They would softly remain, never parting, as time ticks.

My hugs would always surround you, to help and to cradle…

My love would be more grandiose than a Cinderella fable.

My hands and my fingertips would touch all that it’s allowed…

But it’s my heart that is always the most wild….

It beats to a rhythm that is and quite untamed…

It purrs like tiny kitten, roars like a feral beast, and it is always on display laying at your feet.

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