Crytallized Ginger and Eskimo Kisses

Your tangled ginger hair

- crystaled by the moonlight bright-

A pair of ice blue eyes

-shining like the stars, so light-

Your rosy lips just brushing mine

-sugared, as a candied pear-

Reflections in the fountain shine

-frosted by the midnight air-

Nose to nose, eyes closed, we kiss

-thrilling, yes, but not a scare.

◄ Made of These

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