Sweet secret,
I owe you it.
Irrational and
forever.
I think of the
words as pie filling;
strawberry
and us.
I get it! The exclamation points
I seem to always toss around!
They bounce up and
down after every shared
touch; that was my
epiphany of love.
A singer I like said
A lover’s kiss is
like a sip of coffee
left behind so from
then on I’ve turned to you
with the same longing.
Who knew my addiction
would seep through so
easily?
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