To Kiss Your Burled Lip
To Kiss Your Burled Lip
To kiss your burled lip;
to sculpt your body with lover’s touch
with feathered stroke of artist’s brush
and form a long-lost lover’s hush.
To sigh a couplet of new rhyme;
to form a paired quatrain
with ease of a familiar verse
and look at you again.
To paint the night with tenderness;
to mold the hours with lover’s hands
and spin the potter’s wheel of desire
while ‘round the oil of passion bend.
To touch the well-worn canvas
entwined on well-versed bowered couch.
We sculpt the newest love event
as Technicolor fades to dusk.
The Lover's touch
My Paramour
By A.Gagliardi
Allow me to caress your foot with mine.
Permit my leg to wrap around thine;
my hair to tickle your shoulder,
my head to rest upon your chest.
Consent to a kiss
from my lips to yours,
our hearts racing as one
swift as the wind.
Tolerate my touch.
Allow an hour or more -
the couch; the floor.
Concede to be my paramour.