Lying creates a decision;
that decision makes up your true self.
-Jessica Gabrielle Arteaga
Your lips stole my soul and out of control, I lost my grip
The way you kiss, my bottom lip sends my mind on a trip
Your mouth tastes divine, pressed to mine, and your bubblegum tongue
Has me begging for more, and never before have I been so sprung!
Our tongues entwine, the taste of wine; damn such bliss!
A glass of Chardonnay, sensual foreplay, sealed with your sweet kiss!!
No time to breathe, but my heart keeps gasping!
Your teeth come to action and they feel like they’re grasping
Pulling my lip and yell, biting, “Don’t you want more?”
The bed is too far away, so we both agree, to the floor!
I taste the liquor from your mouth, but I’m already drunk
The music in my head is a mixture of hip hop and funk
If this keeps going, I don’t want anything to go amidst
‘Cause the way we’re flowing, all I need is your sweet kiss!
Jessica
A random, crazy, oddly humorous, big cry baby of a girl
Daughter of man that loved a childish stubborn dreamer, daughter of a woman I never met
Lover of art, drawing, and a boy with crooked teeth
Who feels music, laughter, and wonder
Who fears things from outer space, staying in one place, and dying alone
Who would like to see the circus of the sun, my first young crush, and purple sun flowers
Resident of Miami, Florida
Arteaga
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