Kiss
I meet her gaze I help her stand
I hold my breath and kiss her hand
I see her blush her cheeks red now
I smell her hair and kiss her brow
It brings me joy to hear her speak
I take her hand and kiss her cheek
I feel her skin 'neath my finger tips
I hold her face and kiss her lips
Our love's true passions now begin
I caress her form and kiss her skin
Our passions flow like summer rain
Our love's fulfilled as we kiss again
In the afterglow in fond embrace
We speak of love and I kiss her face
From Peculiar Poetry
