Saturday, June 9, 2012

Love : The Kiss

The Kiss
Lips so soft, of fruit and moist
A chance to steal, not to offend
A beauty standing by me, is your choice
The cold melts away, a lovely end.

I caress your hand, so gentle yet urgent
To pass my touch from me to you
Your fingers curl, I smell your scent
The moment lingers seconds few

Soft lips tremble dancing round
Entwined in thoughts of nought but bliss
Eyes flutter closed, the cold at bay
So close, so warm, is such a kiss

You part you smile, your radiance fresh
To kiss again perhaps too soon
Our fingers tangled, slip away
So brief to touch, you made me warm.

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