Want
to see her tummy.
Today
not tomorrow.
Her
smiles set me on fire.
Writing this poem on my phone.
Telling it like it is.
I have no other choice.
Let's go the distance.
Get lost in each other's warmth and funny anecdotes.
You have me over a barrel with your disarming charms.
I want to see her tummy.
It's time we went to the next level.
We mustn't be afraid of anything including ourselves.
Charlie Cicirella
10/25/16
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