Kisses Are Creamed

piercing eyes of wisdom soul searching in depth the intensity of the stare her soul is scrutinising mine summer is climbing over spring in our steps vines of my thoughts clambering over her tender intricate wants our souls in a deep embrace lips slipping into virgin kisses yellow river over flowing honey bees dancing in pairs fluttering butterflies of red and black the return of the master love flies without resting aching lips numbing tongue hands are waiting to caress to comfort to stroke our kisses are creamed