SEALED WITH A KISS
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a seducer's sexual love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame.
With your body so smooth and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
Meet me between the lines of a love poem,
As passionate ink surrounds us.
Breathe with me long poetic verses,
Until we both become breathless.
Splash your honeyed rhymes upon my skin, ,
Lazily with your wet lips.
Note the curves and edges of my smooth sheet,
As I long for your poetic sips.
Hold me tender, kiss me wild,
Engrave your name upon my heart.
Love me between the lines of a love poem,
And forever become my part.
Feather me with your sensuous syllables,
Because I crave your words on my body.
Murmur to me your deep desires,
Paint on me letters unseen by anybody.
I will close my eyes and caress your heart,
Surround you in my romantic ink.
Be mine between the lines of a love poem,
As stronger grows our link.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth, Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of heaven.
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole lives away
In the joys of a living love.
