Kiss Me So Slowly, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Kiss Me So Slowly

The Rose Garden – Figure Study, Dante Gabriel Rossetti (c. 1861)

Kiss Me So Slowly

So eager am I for your touch
Yet desire that you do not rush
Be as gentle as you can be

Kiss me so softly
Kiss me so sweetly
Kiss me tenderly

Most importantly
Kiss me so slowly

Kiss me so slowly
Making it reach my hungry heart
And deeper to a lower part

Let your lips linger upon mine
Let me taste all of their sweetness
Let us not feel a sense of time
Let me wallow in their wetness

Kiss me so softly
Kiss me so sweetly
Kiss me tenderly

Most importantly
Kiss me so slowly

“Annie” Richmond, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Edgar Allan PoeEdgar Allan Poe, Oscar Halling (c. 1860)

“Annie” Richmond

If were to die with unfulfilled passion
What would happen to my beleaguered soul
To wander a dark wasteland so barren
My hurting story will remain untold

Nay I say with yet unknown breaths to take
It is my love that you have forsaken
In my heart you have placed a piercing stake
But not a love which will soon come undone

You enter my dreams cruelly each night
To take you completely is your command
Beauty so tasteful within my sight
I reach but it is not you in my hand

A curse to this day is over my head
Saying I love you cannot be unsaid


The Lovers, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


The Lovers, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Selene glowing from her throne above
Helios’s chariot now past the gate
Venus has sent to us a turtle dove
Cupid with his arrow has sealed our fate

All our inhibitions do we dispose
Coming together with such tender touch
Like two feathers we glide into repose
Each other’s flesh do we lovingly clutch

Softness of thy goddess body I tour
Finding your wetness I look at your eyes
They tell me thou are desirous of more
To caress me between thy silken thighs

Our bodies now united as just one
To be enraptured until morning sun


The Last Kiss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Allason, Silvio-Kiss Through the Gate

Silvio Allason, Il Bacio (c. 1900)


The Last Kiss, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Without your tender touch I’m in prison.
Deafened not hearing your dulcet voice.
Absent your beauty I have no vision.
My life without you death would be the choice.

Rules are made to deter such love as ours.
Explaining why they can’t give good reason,
Excuses why numerous as the stars.
Our deep love is tantamount to treason.

Cannot be without you another day.
Bells striking eight I shall be at the gate.
To touch your loving lips to God I pray.
My torn heart shall falter if you be late.

Our last loving kiss will be my farewell,
In this world there is no desire to dwell.

Italian Osteria, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Marstrand Wilhelm-Italian_Osteria_Scene

Wilhelm Marstrand, Italian Osteria Scene (c. 1860)


Italian Osteria, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Will I be safe to sit at this table?
For it appears that I am out numbered.
Such beauty is there anything to mull?
With love potential need not be badgered.

Due belle donne, what an impossible choice,
Of different beauty yet both appeal.
It is possible I will have no voice,
All a matter of who my heart does steal.

Darting eyes tells me to be in good stead,
Orthrus is there protecting what I seek.
One illicit move I’d be torn to shred.
Deep pain for the blood of my groin be pique.

Cursed am I for being filled with desire,
Today only a smile will I acquire.




A Reverie during the Ball, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Rogelio de Egusquiza, A reverie during the ball (1879)


A Reverie during the Ball, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Oh! I swoon from his ever gentle touch,
His soft words of love met no resistance.
My melting heart in his hand he did clutch.
He pulled me close so close in every dance.

Now musing of all the words that he said,
Is this real or infatuation.
Will he be the one that I choose to wed?
On my finger his ring I emblazon?

The stardust before me impedes my view,
As I am eager to have him touch me,
In carnal ways this body never knew,
To quell this desire set no boundary.

A firestorm is burning within me now,
But in the morn will love we reavow?