French Kiss
Unfurl the petals of flowering lips
to quench unavoidable thirsty crave.
Invigorating nectar drools and drips
while bees of passion they madly behave.
Soon the hearts become honeycomb of love
and souls get wet in romantic dribbles.
In enthralling rapture, minds float above
when bodies quiver by frenzied tickles.
Quote: I may not be a French but I do know how to kiss like one ;~/)
Date: 06/24/2017
Note: Entered in two different contests.
August standard contest by Brian Strand - N/A
Best rhyming poem, May-July by John Hamilton - *Placed Fourth*
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