Love is moisture.

Staring in your eyes knowing that you’re drenched.

 

Kissing you hearing the words give it to me being released from your soft pink lips.

 

You say I’m teasing, But I say I’m giving you my love.

 

I finally give in whipping it out like a glove.

 

Keep in mind i had a hard time releasing it from its case.

 

Holding you closer so that I can squeeze in this tight, small space.

 

I apologize for being such, a large, lean fella.

 

But its raining outside, and we need to share this one, tiny umbrella.

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