In Her Kiss
Form: Roundelay
The first, a soft exploration,
That asks without exploitation,
Are we ready for all of this?
My lady holds me in her kiss.
The sleeping senses slowly wake,
As nerve endings begin to ache,
Our souls unite in love’s twist
My lady holds me in her kiss.
A simple caress upon lips,
That leads to our sensual eclipse,
As love placates the heart’s abyss
My lady holds me in her kiss
©JGFarmer2012
A Garret Poet 
Reblogged this on About the Jez of It.
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