Wishful Thinking
The thought of kissing you excites me.
And it feels like forever that
I’ve been waiting for our lips to touch;
For our tongues to (passionately) dance together.
I want to explore your mouth.
Find all the right places
And make your entire body tingle.
Gently biting your lip as we start to pull away
From one another.
But I come back in to kiss those lips
Just one .
Two . .
Three more times . . .
Can you feel me smiling?
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