Kinte’s Kiss
Keeping me enchanted
Intoxicated by his intellect
Never ending romantic
Tickling me with jest
Embraced by him obsessed
So easy to want him I confess
Knowing him is a pleasure
Indigo moods are bliss
Singing to me every measure
Song of our first kiss
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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