The Tender Kiss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Tender Kiss

She’s before me with impeccable smile
Her red lips softer than gossamer wings
Since touching their softness has been awhile
Just the sight of them pull at my heartstrings

With every inch moving closer to her
My heart pounds as if it’s a timpani
Each and every drop of blood starts to stir
Reaching intensity of a coulee

We are so close can feel the other’s heat
Our eyes now closing, creating darkness
Preparing for two pairs of lips to meet
An expression of love which is ceaseless

Weightlessness of touch our joined lips linger
We yield, I wish moment could be longer