of your blond tresses, as lips collide,
and become love's glue.
Your eyelashes ascending to grant me
a passionate gaze so soft yet
that still hardens my tenderest needs.
To spend long hours giggling
over the sheer joy of being two,
candlelight dinners and wishes blown
as we suckle dessert and then slow dance
for an hour in your living room.
Imbibing on two fine wines,
one being the grapes
fermented of your choice.
I am seldom picky about
glasses shared, and the other
being your stereo lips,
both above and below
as I drink deeply and you
create a rainbow of your hips
bent in the rapture
of the multi-colors of love.
There is never enough time
to spend with such beauty,
the artist in me craves,
the canvas of your skin,
my tongue brushing softly,
finger-painting smiles
on your lovely face.
Love is a puzzle that requires
two pieces joined,
in a world full of so many
disassembled,
What a finished picture
we would make,
in the center of it all,
framed with loving care.
But this is only one poem
of the many accolades
you will receive,
words spent in the loneliness
between the lines,
yet longing for the soft curves
of your warm embrace.
I place no faith in
non-physical tributes,
I express myself best,
in the silence of a kiss,
laughter whispers in my eyes,
and love grows warm
upon my fingertips.
Come take your place
in my heart and together
we shall find what says it best.
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