Gin soaked kisses
In a feeble night rain,
The quiet lust of fascination,
I can still feel
Your soft yet weighty mouth;
I could live in that kiss
And make myself a home there.
Another moment, please,
But stretch it long,
Let me taste that softness
Again, and again,
I want to wrap those curls
Around my fingertips
And draw you in,
Meld your form with mine,
Envelop me...
Make us a sculpture
Of erotic gentility.
Show me
What that famous painting
Is supposed to mean.