I would love to kiss your lips when they're moist with wine
and painted red with desire.
Gaze into your eyes where your love smolders
glowing with passions fire.
Feel your bodies warm alabaster flesh
burn against mine in a romantic embrace
imaging strands of your hair tangled and enmeshed
veiling desperate kisses all over my face.
Not for me the cold calm kiss
of a virgin's uninspired love
nor a Saints chaste bliss
pure as a spotless white dove.
Give me the love that so freely flows
and laughs at the whole world's shame
with your body on fire and willing in my arms
it sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me deeply with your warm moist lips
still fragrant with ruby wine
and say with a fervor free of all doubt
that your body and soul are mine.
Draw me close in your eager arms
while the pale moon looks on from above
and we can spend the rest of our lives
sharing the depths of our love.