There will come a time when salt becomes sweeter than honey... When cold frozen nights suddenly become sunny... When honey that drips from your warm softened lips... Becomes liquid bliss that I so wish to kiss...
I suppose you would wish that I wrongfully miss... Miss the sweet bliss that I miss from your kiss... The bittersweet drops hidden in your sweet kisses... The kisses that this kid oh so certainly misses....
Comments (25)
Ken
Rob
I missed this one in my absence,
In this particular poetry style
You are King !
Enjoyed the read greatly
Regards Mick.
You elevate the bliss of a kiss to an art form: A whimsical yet sensuous write... First class!
Regards
Bill
Very nice word play indeed...loved it!
Martina xxx
Kathy
Beautifully written....and an amazing kiss.
Mady