Bird chirp kisses, water drop kisses, sweet lipped kisses
loving lip to lip, on your neck, forehead and of course
a kiss of your waterfall-in-a-desert eyes
with every smile that says thank you
for being, just being.
With my heart on my fingertips I answer
the call of desire below your navel
With my heart on my lips and tongue I
feed you the fruits from God’s own
grapevine: firm at first touch …
then gentle, moist and sweet.
Kisses, caresses, licks and…
Strokes of your hair make the saxophones
serenade; a glass of wine is poured every time my lips
massage your chest through the satin;
and a rose blooms in every corner of the world
every time our foreheads touch, our eyes lock and my fingers
juice you below.
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