Kiss
Kiss
Your kiss…
I long to feel
lovingly lingering
upon my
anticipating
hungry lips,
silvery sweet
like raindrops,
tenderly soft.
I miss…
your kiss.
Your kiss
fills my soul
with an aching
bliss that
titillates
my senses,
and flutters
my heart,
like the wings
of a golden
butterfly.
Your kiss
brings me joy and
wonder wrapped
in the brightness
of morning sun,
bathed in
afternoon warmth,
and washed
with the glow
of a million
dancing moonbeams.
Kiss me…
Kiss me,
my Beloved.
Thrill me with your
honeyed lips.
Let me taste
the essence of
your love,
the ecstasy of...
your kiss.
Date: 09-19-2019
Contest: "K" Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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