A Milkshake and Your Lips

Love Blossoms

I'm craving a milkshake
and your lips.


Those soft kisses
and soft-serve ice cream:
what a perfect combination.


It's no coincidence that
you take me to the cosmos
in a Sonic parking lot.


Our attraction breaks
the barriers of sound
as we embrace in a liplock.


Oh to feel that cold mouth

and that gentle tongue

against mine again.

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