What Possibities

I still have a smile on my face From the lines that I trace A festoon that started on your cheek Through ribbons of your hair, still making me weak A circle down your spine begining at the nape Ending in with my hand in full affectionate drape Returning gently up your side Hearing your soft lips open to which they sighed Mine then touch yours with the sweetest of kiss Telling you how very much I miss Holding your hand in a simple grasp While the other releases a clasp Then drawing a figure eight Feeling your stress completely abate To finish this image just open your mind To what possibilities the two of us can find