Slow and soft kisses.
You sing,
I smile,
"I get a kick out of you,"
You sing still,
And pull me close.

I am forced to dance,
You sing to me still,
We slow,
Our foreheads lightly touch.

We stop dancing,
You stop singing,
Our noses bump,
And we kiss.
Published: 2/6/2013
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