To be kissed with love and emotion.

So sweet and tender, it drowns out all commotion.

The only intention is pure devotion.

To be kissed in a field of thriving wildflowers.

Or under the star soaked sky, where the darkness devours.

While minutes pass, and turn into hours.

To be kissed with such a softness.

It will make your heart yearn to confess

All that will be left, is a beautiful mess.

So kiss me.

Brush my face with your finger tips.

Pull me close and study my lips.

Let our lips write poetry,

While we fall in love slowly.