A hug when we meet
That fills me with such pleasure.
Why are you feeling so good?
Can't you see that I'm busy?
A kiss in my dream
Bringing me sweet thoughts of her.
I wake up smiling.
We never kiss anymore.
You talk in your sleep a lot!
The scent of perfume
of the most expensive kind.
Deep crimson lipstick.
What in the world is that smell?
And what's that on your collar?
July 01 2017
Copyright © P L Ritz | Year Posted 2017
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