Here I stand on the tip of my toes. Tasting a great taste like no one knows. Too great to pass up twice. Nothing less than the feeling of nice. I did it once and I will do it again. On my face you put a grin. Its the one thing I could never forget and its the one thing if lost I will always miss. Its the one thing that matters less than you, but more than everything else. Its your kiss.
wow...this poem was so sweet. whoever you wrote it about is really lucky. i read through some of your other poems and i really liked them. you're a great writer.