Just the peace, the least
Of a lesson in gray seem...
Care for any of a mere in is...?
The pasts day come by a heart to win...

Places we played, we fated with a new passion
To call upon what we knew, for a deeds many
In held today, the common with the lasting
Of a smiling friend, that has the voice to lend any...

Heard in a clash with silence's blessing
Today is a merit in keeping style
Through a moment alone, we saw the hour we are giving
Have the affect of heeding the same, still powers, all the while...

Mercy in a roll of thunder...
Time with a being sit of earn, to know a charity to burn...
Sacrifice and learning, dealt the blow of wonder...
Sameness of a presence of mind, with shyness to churn...

Final guarantee of a simple care, in the hands of life's appetite?
Here to say, and know a seldom in the name of comparison
A snapped finger has its way of settling an argument, a fight
With itself, and the world of other's, without mercy on the run...

Cares of vice, within the range of your ears...
Patience in kind, if strength has a say...
Lucid forces to intone, a way amid pain and fears...
And wholly fated shame, we almost missed for nix, that just learned how to pray...

All of my favorite kisses involve
the eruption of spilled thoughts.
The things we both know
But reassure each other, My lips
pressed against yours
A peck the furthest from my mind.
My face melts into yours pouring
a sense of urgency
A sense of need,
Your tongue lost in my breath.
Searching for another again
before the current moment is over.
Your tongue the ribbon gift wrapped
in your lips
Passionately unwrapped by the palm
of my lips gripping yours.
Inviting your body closer to mine
The best kisses printed and tasted in reassurance
My favorite kisses unable to speak, craving more
of the sound of wrapping paper
Being fondled and torn beneath us
My head twisted in yours enjoying the gift
of your kiss
The roll of gift wrap half rolled off onto my lips