Body Poem by Dan Brown

Body



Miss your lips against my lips,
Miss your skin ‘gainst my fingertips.
Miss the grinding between our hips.
Miss the intimate getting to grips
With all the curves, lines and dips.
The phrase ‘I love you’, from the tounge it slips.
We go like bullets and magazine clips,
I’d give anything possible to have back your lips.

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Dan Brown

Dan Brown

Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK
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