Kiss – All The Bliss

I long for a tryst To have a heart-full talk, That you should hatch. Else, will loosen my stalk. I long for a scan Of your face and eyes, That you should own. Else, rests not my vibes. I long for a touch And a press of your palm, For that you should stretch. Else, my palms get spasm. I long for a hold, A hold of your lean arm, That you don’t withhold. Else, I am out of form. I long for a breath On your nape and hairs, That you better bequeath. Else, it sends me to despair. I long for a brush, A mild one, of your lobe, That you better slight. Else, abate not my throbs. I long for a pinch, A pinch of your stern nose, That you don’t retrench. Else, my nerves go tense. I long for a lift, A lift of your blunt chin, That you cannot but accept. Else, my heart gets pain. I long for a kiss, A kiss on your lower lip, That now you can’t dismiss. Else, my soul would slip. I long for your head To lean on my breast, That you no need to dread. There lies your abode of rest. I long for this unison, For me, a heavenly mission, That you can commission. Else, I am lost in omission. Bring out the supremacy That runs in your blood, To draw me in intimacy. There lies unfelt ecstasy. Mere lips bring orgasm If love is in blossom. Empty you of fear. Incomes all the cheer. 11.06.99