I never liked nicknames until mine crossed your lips like sugar.
AMANDA KARCHI never liked nicknames until mine crossed your lips like sugar.
AMANDA KARCHAn angel’s soft breath coating the grounds, a gentle caress wakes us now.
AMANDA KARCHYour eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.
AMANDA KARCHMy mind is the double helix that twists and turns around my voice.
AMANDA KARCHWe may be sweet but that is no invitation for taste.
AMANDA KARCHTell me I’m your one and only because no matter how many times you say you love me, I will never tire of hearing it.
AMANDA KARCHRemember when Hershey was the only kiss we were looking for.
AMANDA KARCHAll I have ever wanted is to rid my mind of the demons that still trespass, despite all attempts to guard the walls.
AMANDA KARCHThose lips on mine: Not I want you, but I need your kisses.
AMANDA KARCHWill you wither or will you thrive when the sun hides behind clouds?
AMANDA KARCHEvery word you say to me is forever a gift and I never forget the present.
AMANDA KARCHIt’s the simple things creating pockets of serenity in a world of uncertainty.
AMANDA KARCHYou’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.
AMANDA KARCHHere I am: a sight to behold.
AMANDA KARCHI could write another love poem but my metaphors get mixed like the drinks I had the night that more than our paths crossed – strongly.
AMANDA KARCHLonging made a home in my body.
AMANDA KARCH