Goodnight kiss

By: Kristine Beulke

My arms are open,
my lips are wet.
Will he kiss me?
He will, I bet!

Warmth sweeps through me,
like a warm summer breeze.
(Whats that? I can't believe it!
I have to sneeze.)

Excuse me, I say, as I pull him tight,
when once again we kiss,
such a gentle goodnight..