The Agony of Yes Upon Our Lips

Oh hold me close until there's nothing left
I'll gladly waste away in your sublime embrace
And promise me each pulse between your breasts
O torture me with hope for true love's taste
And steal my breath

Or in that breath I'll beg for your sweet kiss
For you so tempt my mind and heart with your intent
Within your eyes, upon your tongue, between your lips
Amidst the yes from your heart's depths' consent
There lies my bliss

Added 14 may 2021 Poetry

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