Connect the Dots
Connect the Dots
For the past hour I have been tracing your profile gently
with me finger. I started at your forehead and traced the
side of your face, stopping at your temple. First stop,
one kiss. Scrolling over to the contour of your
nose. Stop two, second kiss.
Look at those wonderfully
designed eyes. Oh, how they captivate me.
Third stop, fourth stop. Kiss three and four softly
cover your eyes. My finger moves slowly across your
face. It must tickle because you start to wake.
Quickly I pause. Oops, I cannot erase the line I just made.
Kiss number five is slightly out of place,
but it does not matter you still
lay sleeping peacefully.
My finger again acts as beauty's pen.
Tracing down to your cheek, the sixth kiss
is put in its proper place.
Slowly, my finger slides towards your chin.
Dot seven is worthy of savoring
Ever so softly, the pen rises to your lips.
From corner to corner eight and nine reach
their mark. Yes, I see a picture now.
Only one dot remains, but now you are awake
mumbling, "What are you doing?"
I place my finger in the middle of your lips.
"Ssshhhh," my reply placing my lips on of yours
completely fulfilling number ten.
"Good Morning to the sexiest woman alive.
I was just connecting the dots.
How did you sleep? Well, I hope.
You look so beautiful lying there in all your splendor.
Could you feel me covering you with my kisses?
I am sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep so I can finish
tracing the rest of you."
And it is off to dot eleven
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