The Fashioned Kiss

14 Dec

Had I the calm of mind and body
to lend soothe in your faintest fall,
as when you did swoon, unfettered,
acquiesced to my sudden approach,
would I be steady with my caress
and most firm in my wanton grasp,
for your supple and tender flesh;
and how rounded my assemblance,
thus plying myself to your breath,
at ease with your daringness of will
with which you feign softest sigh,
and exuberant with such boldness,
your forgiving and enduring smile,
knowing that all had been schemed
upon my senses, but to be kissed,
not just in that procurred moment,
but a life, as planned in your eyes.

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Posted by on December 14, 2016 in My Poetry



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