Wild Berry Skittles

Your kiss reminds me of wild berry skittles.
The fulfillment of the tenderness of your lips, pressed close to mine.
The gloss of your lips smired against mine. That intoxicating smell lingering from the bend of your neck.
Every time I think about it,
I taste you.
A sudden sweetness wrapped around my tongue.
Licking my lips. Reliving that vision of you with my eyes closed.
Next time I promise I won't bite your lip.
At least not too hard.
Okay just a tad.

by Kewayne Wadley

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