Kiss Me
"Kiss"
Just the word leaves me
unusually flustered
Much less being with him
anticipating, nervous
I have nothing to fear
but my fickle brain screams otherwise
"Kiss"
The connection
gentle or passionate
I await the feel of both
with anxious heartbeat
I can't wait for the day
he'll finally decide to
kiss me
with sputtering hearts
flushed faces
trembling hands
and maybe a little more
"Kiss"
nervously I daydream
of the day he'll
finally
kiss
me
Copyright © Elena Welsh | Year Posted 2017
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