And guide my kisses to your neck.
The warmth of our bed is a shelter
For indescribable passions.
Your red lips are a clear target,
Your lipstick perfectly imperfect,
Your eyes looking away,
Rarely meeting mine,
But when they do, you whisper
Your love to me.
I kiss your palm and wait,
Mesmerized for a moment by your eyes,
Then I bite your chin as we dance
The dance of ancient passions,
As we make up the steps
To this ceremony we never learned.
