If I used my lips as brushes,
will your skin be my canvas?
If shadows led me on your body,
will I come to find my treasure?
If I flipped your pages just right,
will you read out loud the verse?
If I breathed hard on your skin,
will it come to life, wrap me in?
When the sun undresses, mornin',
will you smile whilst kissing me?
"If I"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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