Touching the essence of your smile with mine;
While drunk with the sense of belonging,
I trace with my tongue your lips of fine wine
And my heart pounds with additional longing.
Softness and passion awake in my soul
As our lips slowly mold to each other.
You warm everything that’s ever been cold
As my heart snuggles under your cover.
Our tongues dance a dance of trust and of love,
As we taste the sweet nectar of truth.
Sweet peace flutters over us like a white dove,
And we neither have something to prove.
How can you fill me with such delights.
With just a slight touch of your skin.
I look in your eyes, whose passion invites,
Then touch your sweet lips once again.

©1999 Michael S. Davis