A prayer, 
a whisper ..."closer". 
The feathery brush of my lover's lips 'gainst mine only to share a breath then depart.  
What lips can perfect love's kiss yet utter not love's words?
Then take these lips that speak; that kiss
for I love naught for love's sake but for my lover.
Be it word or deed to sustain my lover's need
with the same let my love be testified.
For what is love if not a sacrifice.