By Jessica Robertson
SWEET KISSES
Your love is different
Your heart is pure
If I was sick
Your kiss would be my cure
Baby, I’m sick
So, place your lips against mine
Just to taste your lips
I’ll fake sick a million times
Jessica Robertson attends CVCC where she is taking her pre-requisite classes for the Centra College of Nursing. She enjoys writing art and poetry in her spare time.
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