Smitten with Him

grown-up stuff happens here sometimes

Ride the Waves

Lack of control

Like waves on the ocean

Sometimes lapping at the sides of the boat

Tickling and waving like a playmate

Enticing

Sometimes strong enough to knock out the full contents

Churning and punching like an enemy

Bent on demise

But, no matter any of that

There is still no control

Just the illusion of it

waves

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Someday…

IfAKiss

Someday…

We won’t have to miss each other like this

We won’t have to wait to taste the perfect kiss

Or see the other’s face

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