Young Love

I stumble on my voice
and trip on my words
your name escapes my mouth
and my tongue carries dried spit. Sweat falls from my brow
and my palms become wet because only you can manipulate my body, soul and mind. Leaving me breathless and awake
As my heart thirsts for your smile.

– kristin l. cook

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