A Kiss
By Shelley Miller
Why oh why must she persist
In pouting lips that charm a kiss
from him?
It only makes her hunger
It only makes her hunger
for his roaming hands to wander
limb to limb.
Why oh why will she not see
The joys of love are ephemeral and he knows,
His touch is in her mind and when
it's open wide she blossoms like a rose.
It's beautiful, it has no end,
His kiss will keep on leading her astray,
But his smile is so inviting and he knows
She'll stay with him another day.
Copyright By Shelley Miller
A beautiful little poem Shelley, quite the romantic you are.
ReplyDeleteHe said it, a nice job.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Shelley. I like the construction of your lines.
ReplyDeleteTender -like the rose mentioned.
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