Cherry Twirl

cherry twirls and vodka swirls
I’m really not the kind of girl
to kiss and tell

but one kiss from him
and my mind is spinning
or is it the whole world around me
that’s out of control

I really don’t know
I’m lost in the flow
of a dancing mind
you know the kind

lost in bliss and the
timelessness of his kiss
soft as petals
gently falling

I am his

~*~
08/06/06

Copyright © 2006 Brenda Barnhart
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