One Last Kiss
Her lips, soft like a feather on skin
Electric connection, enough to put her lovers into shock
Yet sweet, like honey; natural and pure.
I am the bear
I am the lover
I am addicted
Addicted to a drug that has no remedy
For she had disappeared just like the ghosts you pretend to see
One last kiss was all I wanted, but women break hearts
They don’t grant wishes
Copyright © Tyler Strayhorn | Year Posted 2016
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