Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Kinda Man

You are the kinda man that walks me to my car.

Who opens the door.

Who leans in low to give me another kiss.

One of those kisses that

Incites my staying…

Please don’t go

When I can’t, you give me your shirt.

So, I can wear your smell around me as I sleep.




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