Oh, my sweet love.
That one kiss we shared.
It wasn't meant to be, really.
but that kiss, my sweet dove..
It gave me tingles.
It felt wrong.
It felt right.
I quivered and shook, and got the wriggles.
Was it from fear?
Enjoyment?
Guilty?
I felt as delicate as a doe, dear.
Blow me another kiss.
Send me another.
Or better yet, take my tongue, like before.
Something I never want to miss.
There was a spark there.
For me, there was.
For you, there wasn't.
It's hard to bare.
How can I call you love?
It was one kiss.
You're with another, as am I..
But, oh, my sweet dove.
Blow me, just one more kiss...
I promise I won't miss.
Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blow-me-a-kiss-2/
