DID I TOUCH YOU…THERE?

 

Love was in her eyes as the candle flickered,

   A kiss so tender it took her breath;

Passion from her lips as the wax dripped,

   And she thought, was a kiss, a kiss of death?

Passion to her was like a find painting,

   With each touch came moments of desire;

In her eyes showed the need of wanting

   And each kiss set his soul on fire!

O tender heart, how did I touch you…there?

 

Epaphroditus© April 26, 2015