As The Poems Go

as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you’ve created very
little.
Charles Bukowski

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  • Francois

    on December 20, 2013 at 7:36 pm

    Blowing a kiss to you, is more than a make believe. It is
    all the good thoughts and feelings from my hart to you. As it travels trough
    the air, it catches all good will and care. It is my lips touching, caressing
    your skin softly. The thought that you feel it in your heart makes the kiss
    almost real. I can feel the electricity from your skin running over my lips.
    You can feel my soft firm lips absorbing your electricity. You feel all the
    care good will and love washing over you. You feel the goose bumps rise on your
    skin, almost as if I’m touching you. The current running over you like fingers
    gently, faintly, caressing, teasing your skin. It slowly runs up your neck to
    the side of your face like I would cradle your face in my hand, ready,
    waiting… But there is a sudden absence…….. You don’t feel my lips against
    yours……. Then the light reminder of a soft breeze tells you that it was
    only the kiss I sent to you.