Your lips,
Their touch,
The bliss,
It muses me to poetry.
Summons words which bare my mind,
My heart,
My soul,
For you I'd write a million, and if I ever stopped to speak, I'd fill the air with praise!
Raise your image to the heavens, for the world should know it's grace.
Perfection is the word you wear, so beautifully.
Yet you humble in your impeccability.
So I beg you, do turn your head to me!
Let me revel in such beauty,
My heart awaken in your loving stare!
Let not my skin forget your lips!
Instead, have me burn in lustful passion, as each new kiss becomes my newest bliss
And as such my newest muse.