“First Kiss”

with fingertips to moistened lips
I think of how your kiss
will send cool shivers and icy quivers
that burn me like the devils dinner
up my spine, through my mind
and fills my soul with your sweet wine

~*~
06/1998

Copyright © 1998 Brenda Barnhart. All Rights Reserved.
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“I think of how your kiss
will send cool shivers and icy quivers
that burn me like the devils dinner”

Brenda Barnhart