Monday, July 05, 2004

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth

(While the object of Kissing Day is to appreciate kissing as an end unto itself, I am mindful that kisses can lead to other delicious things.)

Her breath is like honey spiced with cloves,
Her mouth delicious as a ripened mango.
To press kisses on her skin is to taste the lotus,

The deep cave of her navel hides a stone of spices
What pleasure lies beyond, the tongue knows,
But cannot speak of it.

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