We made up words
about each other
in attempts to divine
something
we couldn't quite
describe.
Our Sentences
like open-mouthed moans
and our kisses like a good kind of
whiskey on our lips all over again.
You let me color
your hair with flowers,
blue, with light pink undertones.
Budding in astral harmony
with your cute glossed,
Coconut butter scented smile.
But...
They must have blown away
in the whirlwind of conscience.
as we passed through its mist
and a hundred prying eyes..
Maybe after traveling
the extent
of space and time,
we'll find the final frontier
was just each others minds..
♥
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