posted on Mar, 8 2016 @ 05:07 AM
With my fingertips, I caress my lips,
Remembering your sensual kiss.
The passionate touch of your lips to mine,
The smell of cherries, taste of mulled wine.
A slow build at first, so soft and so gentle,
Intensifying, as it leads to the final crescendo.
My lips slightly part, allowing you to explore,
Heart racing, head spinning, never felt this before.
And when we finally break free from the spell,
That could only have been cast from above,
The look in your eyes says you felt it as well,
There is nothing quite like the kiss of true love.
Got a favor to ask, can I get one from you?
Do you have a favor you care to spend?
Throughout my life, I've given more than a few,
Does someone have one that they can lend?
If you give it to me, I'll return the favor,
When you need someone to lend you one.
You can save it for when you need it later,
When you need a favor and you have none.
It's like a small loan you get from the bank,
Each favor requires something else in return.
A check you've signed but left mostly blank,
The holder to fill in the amount they've earned.
And when your account, has no money left,
You ask for a loan from one of your friends,
Hoping they've enough to cover your debt.
Another favor is given and your debt grows again.
edit on 8-3-2016 by blend57 because: (no reason given)
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