Kisses

I don't know, read it if you'd like. Wrote this at like, three AM.

When I'm tired I think of kisses.
Kisses on the neck, the cheeks, the lips.
A kiss on the forehead, on the shoulder.
A kiss.

You might think I'm one of those blabby teenage girls,
That think of having the perfect guy,
Who would love them forever and ever,
And ever.

That's not me.
I just like kissing.