Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

A Kiss On Your Lips


Damask silk from my cloth line
Heavenly beauty on display
And now the Sun and the winds
Contemplating the fate of your footprint
Each warm golden ray loving you
A serenade from the heart of a lark
Gentle kisses the winds of spring
Infusing you with the scent of rose blossoms
Would you just hang out there?
Waiting for me to respond
To your silhouette by the pool
For my heart took notice as you lay
Caressing green grass under your shade
Oh yes, I envy nature's free reign
Touching you in an instance
My wish to melt into the breath of love
And gently put a kiss on your lips

Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2012
Edited: Monday, September 10, 2012

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Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
April 23 2012

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