Stolen Kisses

A peck here, a smooch there.
Touching tongues if we dare.
This poem's about our stolen kisses.
Secret kisses everywhere.

Your lips brush mine and sparks ignite,
as sultry as a summers night.
Earth slows down its constant turning.
In my soul a desperate yearning.

On my front porch, in the dark.
On springtime walks, in the park.
In the movie theater too,
the kisses that I stole from you.

Red lips contrast with your light skin.
My **** doll of fine porcelain.
With Venus in the house of sin,
I beg come kiss me once again.

Just several seconds and we're done.
Our lips eclipse like moon and sun.
Your face awash with satin kisses,
Fulfilling all my secret wishes.

Pitter patter goes my heart.
My eyes fly open with a start.
An impish grin upon your face.
Fickle blow the winds of fate.

Some day I hope to make you mine,
If we can make the stars align.
Until I bid my spouse adieu,
a stolen kiss will have to do.

Should love one day become a sin,
the kiss police would take us in,
and lock us up- throw out the key.
I'll pray you'll share a cell with me!