Wild Raspberries
Sticky luscious kiss,
wild raspberries on your lips;
Your hands in my hair
warm from a day in the Sun,
it must be Summer magic;
Wet temperature,
soaking Florida rainstorm;
Your magnetism;
I submit to your downpour,
thunder when our lips collide;
Slipping on sugar,
giving in to your tartness;
I wake up, wishing;
Uncontrollable recalls;
May this day lead me to you.
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