The kiss
My tongue is anxious
To touch yours
As we touch lips
They tell of my hope and soars my desire
So elopes my skill
To the tips of my passion
I long for you as I kiss you
To understand my organs
And my body is equal to this
Manifestation of the thrill
I sit in fashion
To your eyes
But more inside
Is the love I cannot show you
The truth of my heart is
The undying longing for you
As it sits so precious.