Our midnight kisses were storms,
Rough,full of energy....
Our morning kisses,were the morning breeze.
Brief,gentle....
Was it stormy at night because she was not there?
Was it breezy in the morning because you were to meet her again?
How were your kisses during the day?
Rough,full of energy,brief or gentle?
Did you give her both worlds?
The storm and the breeze?
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Poetrya collection of words drawn from my thoughts,observations,conversations...
