I want to touch you,
Purely, with words,
Plant goose bumps,
On your fertile skin,
Only with my voice.
I want to weed out,
Gently, with kisses,
Then, harvest them,
Those juicy bumps,
My body, your skin.
"Goose Bumps"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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