
If your kisses were a feast
I would kiss you twice.
So hungry for love
that I needed seconds.
I would kiss you twice;
then thrice, and until
they were uncountable. With me
so hungry for love
one serving could never do.
But I know you would never complain
that I needed seconds,
thirds, and fourths,
for you would want them too.
I would kiss you twice.
So hungry for love
that I needed seconds.
I would kiss you twice;
then thrice, and until
they were uncountable. With me
so hungry for love
one serving could never do.
But I know you would never complain
that I needed seconds,
thirds, and fourths,
for you would want them too.
A nice simple Trimeric! I do love writing in this fun form. :3 Comments/ Critique appreciated!
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