Your lips, love me fondly  
whispering life into the dormant
butterflies trapped in the
pit falls of my untrusting stomach

Your hands touch me lightly,
hesitant not to overwhelm
but never will I get enough
of their warm grasp

Your laugh lights a spark
in the heart of my forgotten humor
bringing happiness to my smile
illuminating darkness

Your passion will set the world on fire,
burning down the wrongs
replacing them with your affection
powered by past affliction  

I pray your lips, your hands,
your laugh, your passion…
do not forget me in the
flames