The Kiss (Le Baiser), a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Tween thee and me, no words need to be said.
Beating hearts, the only sound to be heard.
Thy wispiest of smiles moves me to bed.
Perfumed air holds scent of love undeterred.
Inflamed am I touching thy golden hair,
Gently with finger tracing thy mint lips.
Leaning into thee I drink of thy air.
Thy peerless beauty begs euphoric trips.
Eros has made my heart a slave to thee,
It is thee shall I forever adore.
In your tender arms sheltered I’m to be,
Touch of thy flesh desired does my blood soar.
Every time our lips do quietly meet,
I sip of love’s fountain ever so sweet.