Please ask me not the color of your hair
Nor the color of your moon-like shaped eyes
For it is the motion of your lips I stare.
Their dewy redness has me paralyzed.
Many sweet sounding notes are framed by them.
They move in union as does the river.
Their power over me I’ll not condemn
Knowing to be doomed forever after.
Do you not see what you’re doing to me
As your silken tongue slides across the dew.
My heart pounding like the waves of the sea.
O torrid thoughts of what I wish to do.
To have your full red lips ravaging mine
With their taste being of exotic wine!
Has been a fortnight since last together.
The emptiness I feel inflicts such pain.
There is no purpose to life without her.
My jumbled thoughts creating mental strain.
Foolishly thought composing a letter,
To her telling of how much she is missed.
The words did not make me any better,
Crushed thinking my lips needed to be kissed.
There can be no replacement for her touch.
The excitement transmitted by her kiss,
Or the calmness sent by her tender clutch.
These are but two of the feelings I miss.
How I long for her to be by my side,
It is she who makes me complete inside.
I struggle with writing Tanka poems. So much to say that must be reduced to 31 syllables.
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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