I love kisses.
Do you love kisses?
Here are my lips.
Wanna make them plump?
I love love.
Do you like love?
Here’s my heart.
Wanna make it stop?
I love cherries.
Do you like cherries?
Here’s mine.
Wanna make it pop?
I love kisses.
Do you love kisses?
Here are my lips.
Wanna make them plump?
I love love.
Do you like love?
Here’s my heart.
Wanna make it stop?
I love cherries.
Do you like cherries?
Here’s mine.
Wanna make it pop?
DeEtta Brown
March 23, 2008
ozjami, 4 months ago
LOL brillant writing !!
mychaelalchemy, 4 months ago
hmmm, kisses. lips, plump… sounds good so far
I loved the idea of love too, but love isn’t always the answer by itself.
love shouldn’t make your heart stop, it should make it want to spark….
I’m not too fond of cherries
but since you called this “eager Virgin” I do know what you imply….
once upon an ancient time Virgin meant something different than it does now, it meant simply a maiden who had not bore offspring yet, but being that kind of virginal did not mean there wasn’t any sex or popping the cherry as it means now…
nonetheless, the sentiment of the poem is very well exacted.
I even used it similarly in a poem I wrote…..
karldenton, 4 months ago
DeEtta, I am not one to over analyze so I just like it!