orphan line
I have this single image-phrase in my head. It refuses to lend itself to greater poetry, and also demands to take up space in my consciousness, distracting my focus on more important matters.
The taste of your smile on my lips...
that's the line... and every time it flitters across my mind I burst into full montage. I think this wouldn't be so distracting if all my mans didn't have soul-warming smiles and yummy kisses...
The taste of your smile on my lips...
that's the line... and every time it flitters across my mind I burst into full montage. I think this wouldn't be so distracting if all my mans didn't have soul-warming smiles and yummy kisses...