The Kiss

Her breath, a summer breeze, so pure and light,
Her lips, like petals kissed by morning's might.
A mother's love, in every soft caress,
Her kiss, a sanctuary, where worries bless.

Fresh as the dew upon the morning grass,
Tender as willows swaying in the mass.
A stolen moment, heaven-sent to taste,
A kiss that lingers, leaving hearts embraced.

Her skin, like silk against my needy lips,
A gentle touch that my desire equips.
Her tongue, a serpent, dancing in its lair,
Exploring depths where secrets I can share.

Each kiss a testament to love profound,
A symphony of passion, sweetly sound.
With every kiss, a piece of me she takes,
Leaving me breathless, longing for her wakes.

Oh, girl of fresh breath and tender lips,
Your kiss, a gift that my soul equips.
May it forever be our sacred pact,
A love so pure, a love that will outlast.