Kisses from the sun,
Freckles on her cheeks,
Full of happiness,
All she can manage is squeaks,
Just enough not to burn,
Though her cheeks sure do feel red,
The sun places its lips,
On her already sun-kissed head.
YOU ARE READING
Pawsitive Poetry
PoetryThis poetry thing is mighty hard, but I'll give it a go. Featuring my photography ;P (still need to take photos for most recent chapters) Highest rank // # 378 in Poetry, 4/18/17 First rank? // # 911 in Poetry, 3/24/17
