Dropped Kisses

I leave you kisses everywhere, 

littering them like trash-dropping them here and there.My kisses become clutter in the day to day havoc that is your life,and mirror the stars in the sky. They shatter a devastating echo of combustible constellations. My kisses are time bombs of passion... possibly poison.  I hope you pick each one up naked, and alone. A fitting tease for denying me your lips. Turning me into a pedestrian delivery service, dropping kisses around a set schedule.  

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