Lift my chin
and kiss my lips.
Make me quiver
till my fingertips.
Draw me near
in a warm embrace.
Of drops that fell,
can you dab their trace ?
My hands are trembling,
Will you steady them in yours ?
My soul’s been counting
for her long lost cures.
Read my mind,
race my pulse.
Make me break
down all our walls.
The night ushers, come,
let’s kiss in turns.
Let’s make sweet love,
as the candle burns.
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