On The Lips of His KissA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellEternity lives on the lips of his kiss.
Weak in the knees and unable to stand,
I hold hostage my breath as he kisses my hand. The long-forgotten senses begin to rise as he lifts his head and looks into my eyes. I meet his gaze and am lost in the sight, lost to the fancies that have taken flight. A rose in my cheeks is passionately pressed like a jewel that weighs on a faltering breast. I can smell his fragrance; it whispers now in the breath that breathes against my brow. My senses leave; I cannot speak as he gently bends to kiss my cheek. His skin is such sweetness to my fingertips as he holds me and brings my lips to his lips. The sighs, the passion, the burning within at once consumes as he kisses my skin. A warm breeze blows, the gift of the south. I succumb to the beauty of the way of his mouth. Now softly circling, now wandering astray, he's at once an angel and a demon at play. Drowning in desire that pours like rain, we are carried by the flood as we kiss again. So blind to the world, and hardly the fashion, I am kissed and kiss with the fullest of passion. Thirsting, unslaked, and unsatisfied. A kiss left unkissed is a kiss denied. As a drop in search of the salient sea, his kiss is the kiss inside of me. In the glow of the morn inside his embrace, I whisper of love as I kiss his face. My joy, my life, and so much more than this! Eternity lives on the lips of his kiss. © 2009 Linda Marie Van TassellFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on October 20, 2009 AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..Writing
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