A Stolen Kiss

Last night I dreamed about your sweet kisses

Don’t know where your Mister was or my Misses

You were waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs

I could feel my stomach tremble from what seemed like flares

It was like fireworks on the fourth of July

Your sweetness better than honeydew almost made me cry

A stolen kiss only in my dreams

I woke up the next morning wondering “What does that mean?”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close