A satin kiss, a squbbiled smile, The silky luster of your hair. Bring musings of a soft beguile, That lingers o'er this love affair. How can I pen the pleasures found In secret treasures that we share? Like sweet abandon brought unbound, From seasons spent in cold despair.
So many times I've mixed this munge To match the magic of your kiss. From tender peck to tonsil plunge, Down into throes of passion's bliss. If I could only brush this quest, The way you brush my languished lips, Then wet the words so deeply pressed Upon these yearning fingertips.