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Sweet
Her lips are sweet.
Her eyes dilate as the teasing smile softens and parts to lock with mine, opening the flood gates; the long forbidden first kiss out of landlocked friendship.
Her mischievous grin and the pointed arch of one eyebrow open a rift unto worlds of passionate embraces and soft kisses on sunny Saturday afternoons.
The warmth of her fingers holding my face melt holes through the glass shield that covers my skin and my barrier liquifies, slipping into a reflective puddle on the floor.
Her hand weaves through the pink jungle of hair on my head and earthquake tremors skip beats in my heart.
She feels my erratic racing pulse as she slides her grasp down along my skin from my face, to my side, pulling me in closer and showing me what it is to be the first blade of green grass right after the thawing of winter snow.
I calm then, in the soft blanket of her arms, and will the sprinting clock to slow so that this moment may stretch out into infinity.
Her eyes dilate as the teasing smile softens and parts to lock with mine, opening the flood gates; the long forbidden first kiss out of landlocked friendship.
Her mischievous grin and the pointed arch of one eyebrow open a rift unto worlds of passionate embraces and soft kisses on sunny Saturday afternoons.
The warmth of her fingers holding my face melt holes through the glass shield that covers my skin and my barrier liquifies, slipping into a reflective puddle on the floor.
Her hand weaves through the pink jungle of hair on my head and earthquake tremors skip beats in my heart.
She feels my erratic racing pulse as she slides her grasp down along my skin from my face, to my side, pulling me in closer and showing me what it is to be the first blade of green grass right after the thawing of winter snow.
I calm then, in the soft blanket of her arms, and will the sprinting clock to slow so that this moment may stretch out into infinity.
Published 24th May 2021
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28th May 2021 11:18am
The theme of melting and liquification works well throughout. I would consider changing the title to somehow reference that, as opposed to "Sweet", which tells us little about the poem in a glance.
