Sweet heart o’ mine, hear my yearning plea
staring into your star struck eyes
give me absolute hope, set my soul free
to soar high in clouded lapis sky.
I pause to reflect with cunning devise
my secret plot to get what I seek
dear love, I create an artful disguise
Praying for your curiosity to pique.
Coming closer still, your hot breath on my cheek
my full red lips poised, anxious, and ready
as my heart flutters, trembles and knees go weak
your male scent assaults me, intoxicating and heady.
Alas! an orgasmic end of enticing hot bliss
as our tongues throb and leap from the stolen kiss.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg