What love I would give for a kiss from supple lips.
A grazing smirk that temps without even a touch.
For peddles of roses nor cashmere could be softer.
The arms of warmth I provided in return for you.
Glancing or lost our looks lasted and wanted more.
We lost each other my love in wine and passions.
My nights leave yearning with my alone so clear.
A beat of my heart is mine and the rest are yours.
My knees bent and the knowing of my ways open.
Looking down at me I will always remember you.
From fingers tips to something that sent me over.
I have and still fall for you lost in a space waiting.
For the embrace of knowing love and your kiss.
Mine, and for that I would go to the moon, again.
© Jeph Rants
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