Poem for her 87

Dear Readers,



Kissing

The sun kissed the room with a bit of fire
But the fire had already been in the room
It had arrived, long before the sun had
The fire was there the moment she walked in the door
Consuming my lips mere seconds later
As she kissed me with long held passion

She contained her passion for kissing me
For a while, then let it rush forward
In flames of hot embers
Kissing me with the long held Passion

This time she'd held on for a while
It had seemed like forever
The fire could only be contained so long
Next we'll shoot for a whole minute without kissing


Happy Birthday Babe,

I still think a minute is to long to go without her lips, but that is just me.

Charles