Love Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Love



Every now and then
I find some of her lipstick
on my lips
crawling into my mouth,
like a letter
into a mailbox.
In my heart
I am a maniac
for kisses and hugs,
it says,
do not be afraid to strip me
to make love to me.

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