the
      outside of
my hard
         heart he chisels,

                               and melts the inside with                   his heated stare.

Sir
      always
                seems
                         to make up for all of the

            



       missed-kisses

                                      he places them

     stratigically,


                                irrestibly
    

  across my skin- bare,
  goosebump covered,
  shaking like a wee leaf
  
  gentle with strength beneath,
  passionate, heart filled
  sweet release

enjoying our missed kisses