A kiss, tender as the touch of a
child,
It is given like the taste of wine;
Like passion there is no way to gauge,
Lips so hot it blows your mind!
Beads of sweat where desire wants to
dine.
Innocence
needs to cry – lust in our eyes are fed, -
But cries, only a heart that is in
pain,
The sheets are wet – bodies entangled in
bed,
An October kiss can never be in vain!
This will surely last forever, we
think, -
Drowning in desire – it’s of love we
drink.
Faces
of desire but can one’s eyes bear to look
At the fibers of our soul;
Was
it love or desire, pages in a romance book –
Tomorrow
when we awake – truth we’ll know!
Epaphroditus©
October 17, 2015
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