When you kiss my neck, it will be the start…

Kiss my neck
Kiss my neck
and I will kiss back
I will make you forget about Jim or Jack
So one last check
and it will start and there's no way to turn back

When you kiss my neck, it will be the start…
Kiss my neck
Kiss my neck
and I will kiss back
I will make you forget about Jim or Jack
So one last check
and it will start and there's no way to turn back
It happened again. I was indecisive. For the poem “The Sounds They Make”, I couldn’t decide. So here…
It’s funny how my thoughts before something happens are so different….
What bed did you sleep in last night?
Sometimes it’s just a matter of connecting the dots…
It’s breakfast in bed, but different.
Why is it like this or that?