Between Kisses

I lay in wait and hold my breath.​

Two moons in blue they glow​

Over a sea of bliss in the shape of lips;​

As pure as untouched snow.​

And there it is I long to swim,​

Under those moons of Ice,​

And wadding there till evers end​

This man could spend his life.​

But I fear the tides are changing,​

For the sea, it pulls away;​

And so, I'll sit upon the shores,​

Waiting; for the sea to come back my way.​

 

Nice, that was soft and elegant.

 

beautiful

 

lovely! really enjoyed it.

 

that was really fuckin good man, great imagery, great description, loved it

 

that made sigh.

 

Nice.

I thought it said "waddling" though. Spoiled the first reading.