The Kiss (for Sharon)
A kiss, a statue carved of nature rare,
Its curves and lines so finely wrought with care,
A work of art that speaks of passion's fire,
A masterpiece of love's eternal desire.
With lips so soft and full, it beckons me,
To come and taste its sweet divinity,
To feel its warmth and power in my soul,
And lose myself in its sweet, sultry roll.
Its beauty takes my breath away,
As I stand in awe of its alluring display,
I'm drawn to it like a moth to flame,
And feel my heart pounding with lustful shame.
Oh, how I long to feel its tender touch,
To taste its sweetness with a fiery clutch,
To feel its heat flow through my veins,
And ignite a passion that forever remains.
This kiss, a statue made of nature rare,
A symbol of a love that's pure and fair,
A testament to the power of desire,
That sets our hearts and souls ablaze with fire.