Anna and the French Kiss
Time is fleeting when love's guise becomes sweet
When eyes bow before beauty's silent pose
To feel the soul emerge and not retreat
With such fragrant scent from a lover's rose
When hands clasp so tender a blushing face
To search quiet realms of expectation
And kiss in dim-light from a candle's trace
And reveal ecstasy's exaltation
With a breathless pause as lips are unbound
Where eyes again will lift their eyelids slow
And share breath's softest sighs of welcomed sound
When passionate tongues give gifts they bestow
To feel palms grow warmer as they perspire
When lips are kissed from surrender's desire
8/31/21 contest Anna and the French Kiss
sponsor Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2021
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