Saturday, 30 September 2017

A Kiss


A Kiss

Eyes close as I close in upon
Those red wine lips.
Rosy promise of a divine
Kiss and tell of
The love that I can bring to our
Togetherness.

Talking without speaking our love.
Tongue twisted words,
Passionate embraces that tell
Of a special
Need we share and feel within us:
Blind absorption. 

Surely your kisses cannot lie?
Your love is not
A thing of whetted appetite.
Your kisses mean
All that cannot be told. No words
Can tell me more.


Dave Urmston c 2017

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