Unkissed, these lips keep speaking soft your name
In whispers, falling faintly from my tongue.
So soft I thought unheard, I calling came
Concordant to my kiss, your heart unsprung.
Weary from the wanting and the wooing
And seeking out a seat to sit as guests,
They sat around the source of my undoing
And suckled on the love beneath your breast.
Yet ‘twere that love to offer up its heart,
Surrender to the kiss and not desist,
No longer would I need impart this Art,
No reason for this Sonnet to exist.
Stay the pen: reward me for my patience-
All my hopes and breathless aspirations.