the warm flow washes over me
i cannot discern
a state of mind
the beautiful creature
who took me aside
whispered -
can i kiss you...
in the ripening morn

numberless faint pleas
to fey and deities
beg for a short quick taste
those soft sweet lips
which tumble so easily into smile
draw one more deeply 
in the union of kiss

an insistant curl
hovers blithely
beforehead and eye
slipped back with deft fingers
only to settle impishly 
beforehead and eye
once more...
gives one the blissful opportunity
to try again, again, again
and the joyous possibility of
removing ones hands
from the coiled velvet lockes
only to trace
entranced warmth
found within soul
radiated outward
physical perception