A treasure. I cannot help it.
I endearingly hold each kiss as precious as the first.
The sweet and tender touch of her lips, rolls my very soul like the sea's tide,
and I float helplessly in their ebb and flow.
And, as each kiss draws,
to its bittersweet close,
just as the tide pulls away,
my lips draw helplessly with hers,
as a sparrow's feather rides wave's break,
and comes to rest on the beach of kiss' end,
I wait longingly for her lip's next tide,
to carry me away again.