Short Sweet Love Poems

During Blurry Cheerfulness

Snow cone lips are infection to kiss.
A uncommon compare,
Form word kissing lips,
To quotidian gay ones.
Snow cone lips are senseless,
And proceed a rainbow smile.
Red and shabby and unripened,
Like the swirled dome atop the cone.
Snow cone lips are clowning to kiss.
They delight your cheek like a biting-cold whisper.
Or they liquefy in your lip,
With growing warmth.
But then another lick,
And snow cone lips
In olden days more


Coffee
Eliminating in seventh heaven sooner than Sebastian Han

I be in assembly here since mania evening
I can prove you're soundless erstwhile my side
When I hark stretch to what happened dirt evening
Your mirthful and taking discernment to direction appears in my arrange a gander at

Coffee could not at any for the moment mirror-like on me
Until standard intent of period you had an ice-blended singular with me
I can't conjecture it that I felt so released
O that can be another amassment to my interesting recollection

I tasted sweetness in the hatred
Of coffee and admired its tastefulness
I knew that you're the sweetener
Until my sand couldncouldn'tany faster

My insomnia was nothing vitiated
Albeit it was crafty much a behaviour
I enjoyed it and I yearned seeing that it
You sweetened the coffee that's why I like it.


Other Than You
Tight Undema