Hovering
from each of
her ear lobe
vines hang
a single
rose
earring
bringing
a thought
to mind as
if wanting to
find out
where the
thorns may
be found so
that my want
to kiss
with lips
will not bleed
but yet need to
become a bee or
me more
a humming
bird with heart
beat rapidly like
wings wanting to
put my
licking
tongue
slowly
in to
tease
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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