The Mystery
I look in her eyes and feel the fires burn,
Such passion is not a fleeting sojourn.
I feel her heart beat tugging upon mine,
As in her kiss I taste the sweetest wine.
My tongue longs to linger upon her lip,
While gently teasing as her senses slip,
Before the lingual dance in rhythmic need,
Unspoken words and our desire is freed.
Just feelings speak in enigma’s abyss,
Then shared in the mystery of a kiss.
Form: Sonnetina Due
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