Every word I every penned I stole from you....



As each kiss became poetry
born of flesh
pressed soft against mine own

whose tongue
both muted and inspired
to speak aloud those silent pauses...

held gentle within each
heated breath

to give voice to that wanton ache
I felt
when er' your lips
ceased their tender ministrations

Forming open pauses

between

each

line

that ached to be filled
with further words

born
of further

kisses.