Oh were I able to caress your soft cheek,
I’d pepper you with a dozen flourishing kisses.
To be holding your delicate body,
Laced as it is with passions,
And absorbing fire.
I’d paint a picture with my lips,
Upon your golden neck,
Twisting my poetry around your skin,
And whispering my love,
Into your ear.
Come and rest with me,
Trace patterns across my freckled body.
Find the constellations in my skin,
So that you might delve
Into the night time world,
Fragrant perfume of love,
That floats above us
And caresses our every pore,
With its promise of happy days and