Girls I'd Like to Kiss #1
Nora Jones
Your lips do more than sing
me jazz. They tantalize
in full softness to match
the line of your cheek
the curve of your pointed
chin. Close those almond eyes
as my breath flutters
against your lashes. I can't
bear to see the glitter
of your dulcet tones. A shine
so bright it dulls the world
and everything in it; unless
I can hear the lyric of taste,
texture, and soul crooned
as if you give me a lullabye.
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