Your Kiss

Your kiss makes me weak.

Our eyes meet
your fingers caress my cheek
I feel my legs become weak
You kiss my forehead
Then my cheek
You tease me as I wait for our
lips to meet, then finally i feel
those soft, supple, lips press
against mine. The way it feels sends
shivers up and down my spine. you
hold me against you
I'm too weak to stand
My eyes close as i slip into wonderland
I cant confess how you make me feel
You're my love, my hope
You make me who I am.

Author's Note

Review, review, review! Tell me what you think! (:

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

I agree with Legion, this could be made into an incredible song. (: I can feel the truth of the poem and that is why I love it. Wonderful imagery, great poetry.

[Legion]

This sounds like it would make a great song. Well done.

[Jocelin]

I love this. You have a beautiful gift :)

[Seosaimhín]

This is beautiful, and sweet, and I can definitely relate (as I'm sure many people can). I'd second Lindsey, as I feel it could have been a bit longer, but its still beautiful the way it is.

[Lindsey]

Beautifully done! I've never been much of a poet, but you've put everything just how it really is here. My only suggestion would be to have added more, but that's not really necessary.

--Lindsey