STEÀMING KISS
There I was
With
My coffee
Cup
In hand...
I watched
The coffee
Swirl
As the cup
I twirled.
Steam rose
Into
My eyes.
Some magic
Was
At play
Because
When the
Steam
Rose
I saw
Your face
Before
My
Own!
Such beauty
In your
Eyes
It made
Me
Sigh...
Your hair
It flowed
In gentle
Waves
Of
Sunlit
Snow.
And your
Lips
Smiled
Inviting
A kiss!
I leaned
In
Closer to
Your
Face ..
Kissing
You
Made me
Spill
Hot coffee
All over
The place...
Scalding hot,
I yelped
Realizing
Too late
I was kissing
My own
Stupid
Face!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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