Kissing Lips
Caught beneath the mistletoe while passing by was Debbie Jo;
the brown haired beauty of my dreams and subject of my midnight schemes.
She smiled at me then kissed my lips and sparks flew to my fingertips;
my head felt light, my knees grew weak, the room seemed bright, I could not speak.
It seemed as though all time stood still while lost in such a primal thrill;
a moment of eternal bliss all caused by Debbie Jo’s hot kiss.
December 20, 2019
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