Kiss me a question, ask me again with your eyes and I’ll answer with my fingers, trailing reasons down your spine.
There’s a theory behind your knees and a postulate in that sweet spot on your neck, and I’ll respond to your query with a smooch and a holler, roll you up against the sink and wash your hair, make love till the plates fall off the shelf.
- Lou Beach, 420 Characters
No comments:
Post a Comment