Let my fingers skim your lips and trace your Cupid’s bow,
feel the breath escape your mouth and through your organs flow,
Let me count the beats, that as a metronome shall beat
the pace of kindest heart, making music oh so sweet.
Let me twist my fingers around every lock of hair,
Make my eyes drink in your looks and see your face so fair,
has beauty, form in flesh and bone or is it borne of dust?
Is this true love or could it be, an overstated lust?
Whatever it may be , I simply know just this,
that all consuming love, is embodied in your kiss.