(club monaco shrug, american apparel shiny bodysuit, aritzia skinny jeans, sirens heels)
Two Novembers past, I wrote a poem entitled "His Kiss." It was then published in a book and I had a chance of winning $10,000 if my poem was to win first prize at an award ceremony. Unfortunately, I was unable to attend. It was in Las Vegas.His kiss was like the ocean, spraying my face,
His kiss was like sugar, only getting a taste.
His kiss filled me with passion, from the inside out,
His kiss held confidence, without a doubt.
His kiss made me squirm, ever so slightly,
His kiss pulled me forwards and held me tightly.
His kiss made me wonder if anything would ever be,
His kiss opened my eyes and let me see.
His kiss was warm to the touch,
His kiss held my heart in which it clutched.
His kiss was perfection, even to this day,
His kiss unforgettable, but this I shall never say.