The kiss on hand

The kiss on hand

In a dream was, you and I
Walked on fall’s golden tree-lane,
My flamed lips craved for kiss, your
Eyes showed mirth. Awhile we’d prate.
(My mind although was elsewhere.)

The dream was, about paradise,
Before sin, I’m became I.
My lips asked, for cooling kiss
At the request your eyes laughed.
(You only did kiss my hand.)

To me it’s already smoldered,
As any times when think of you,
My lips wanted kiss, with jade
Heart you smiled. (Wicked, tortures?)
On me the autumn’s rays bathed.

As raised my hand to your lips,
You anxiously licked my fingers.
My mouth, the avid opened. Sweet
Taste only really that transfers
Your mouth to mine left to me.

Thus was the dream, of our kisses,
Amongst lips my hand related.
Then walked on autumn’s gold leafs,
Exchanged words, as your eyes mirth.
(Taste my fingers mine mouths in.)