The Perfect Kiss

There is no definition for the perfect kiss
There is no right or wrong answer
Some days I like my tea black
Other days I drink nothing but coffee
There are nights I would ravage you
And some days I will tiptoe around your heart
Even when I am afraid to be heard
I want to yell and scream
I want to stomp my feet
And sing you a sweet lullaby
Will I dip my toes in the water
Or plummet head first into the deep end?
No expectations
No labels
Just me
And you

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