Your Kiss
your kiss
is an ambrosia
of which I have never before tasted
six times and counting
you've left a smile pasted
upon my lips
throughout my body courses pleasure
a hard blush
of the likes which can't be measured
your smell fills my head
pulls my racing thoughts to a hush
and time stretches to eternity
with the light tread
of your lips on mine
yet it's never long enough
never deep enough
to satisfy my passion
for you
Copyright © Elena Welsh | Year Posted 2017
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