Ses Bisous

SES BISOUS ...................... and then he kissed her A wistful taste that daily she began to crave Her lips rouge with bruises only kisses give Little telltale signs of puckered pinkness lips hide His yen she feels, though in check he tries to keep And the kisses so few as he ponders if time be right Instead of making good use of the time there be He wonders yet still if she sees what his eyes tell Forgetting a lady would never be so brash To assume sigils from a man yet unclear His kisses so chaste and bashful they make That she fears if in truth she's doing it right Breathless and shaken, unsure what next to do And ever so shy to even look at him.