Never sweeter a sound was heard
Then the giggle of a child
I held you in my strong arms
Your eyes told me you were wild

My whelp through and through
I knew you by your face
And in your merry wickedness
Lacking embarrassment and grace

You madly pinched my finger
And squeezed it for a while
Then you giggled, then you burped
And at long last
I saw your smile

such a thing
a little kiss
my lower lip
sandwiched between yours

no small occurrence
as your lips
drew me in
and I lost

my grounded inhibitions
my smooth resistance
my very soul
drawn into yours