A Thousand Kisses
Lips are meant to be kissed
but yours also must smile,
and when they part wide,
I will kiss you for awhile.
My lips drink on your lips,
my thirsty still didn’t end.
I trace with my fingertips
a treasure map to send:
more kisses before you ask
and tell me with a bow:
“Sir, this is your prime task:
start fulfilling it right now!”
Oh, woe betide! I will obey,
A thousand kisses, today.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2013
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