i wake up with your kiss on my lipsMature

I wake up with your kiss on my lips
like salt rings on my shots of tequila.
I see your face and nothing else
makes any sense until I blink and
the world falls back into place -
but you’re still in the center, the
eye of the storm, and I’m raging
against these boundaries that have
been holding us apart for so long
I think I’ve lost count of the times
the sun has risen in your eyes and
set in your smile and goddammit -

I just want to kiss you until the world stops turning.

The End

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