Fresh Kisses Poem by Zyw Zywa

I look around in my short dress
slide into the splits right away
will certainly be kissed

tonight, or else tomorrow
I've been waiting so long, sucking on the mint
in my mouth, I like fresh kisses

when I dance and in bed
when I wake up
from my dreams of a man

whom I can follow
to where I want to go
who knows the way

in the maze
isn't just running around
not just doing anything

not frustrated again, a failure
if the invisible hand of a woman
does not help him