by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm


She said she had a headache

and I said that I could help

so I rubbed her on her neck

and I could tell she loved my touch


I asked if she felt better

she answered me, not quite yet

and with fingers like a comb

I massaged her hair and head


and then I heard her oooohing

not knowing she was coooing

and like a whirlwind spinning

she turned around and grinning

placed a blindside kiss on me


I wondered what I should do

until her tongue made it clear

and I learned to love her touch


we changed from Friends to Lovers

from a single Blindside Kiss!

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved


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