Single NightsA Poem by KTizzlea poem about being single
Last night
I kissed a guy and tasted vodka with a tinge of bar smoke mesmerized by the way his eyes spoke. I followed his sultry voice outside where his hands found my hips and I licked the freedom off his lips the freedom in knowing I can forget his name, in knowing he will forget mine in knowing I could get lost in a good time But we only kissed and when he left, I smiled. It felt good to be wild once in awhile.
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StatsAuthorKTizzleHouston, TXAboutHello fellow viewer! My name is Kianna, I like to be called Ki. I have returned from a writing hiatus and am going to shoot some work (mostly flash fiction and short stories) out to get my rusty bones.. more..Writing
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