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?”

Published by Kai Mann

Empowering and educating others around the world about the nature of self love, self growth, and the importance of self equity that leads to authentic change and infinite transformation.

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