Kissed lips so soft,
I thought Charmin, you robbed.
Saw fire bottled in your eyes, my heart watched for a molotov.
Skating on thin ice,
frozen, yet fragile, no longer a hard vice,
Like rice comforting fish at a house of sushi.
we both loved the olympics and watched Kristi Yamaguchi
If curves fueled a rocket’s start,
I’d be your crack - joining two half moons apart.
Blasting off while thinking your lips so soft,
beauty torturing me, high, feels like I’m on a cross,
while we do it in her loft. I went down on her,
so I had no thoughts aloft.