Impossible Kisses

Your name is a quite impossible kiss  
On my eyelids: so chill that they must close;
Your name is etched in my mind like the bliss
Of icy spring water and melted snows;
With your name, sleep deepens and I won't dare
To want to wake again or to arise
And feel your ardour, in the night, declare
Itself quite ready for the gentle prise
Of cunt lips that you would gift to desire
And turn me, fuck me belly up or down;
I dream on, so I do not feel the fire
That burns within you, as you fit cock crown  
To my unconscious cunt; I can't dismiss
Your name as a quite impossible kiss.