Did you e'er taste the atmosphere of love?
When passion hangs in heavy scents around the room,
Where silk'n lips like lucious peaches beckon,
Intense desire your mind and body doth consume.
Hands touch gently first to warn of fever,
Dallying kisses round her swanlike neck begin,
Blood runs fast as fondling grows the firmer,
Who can sense the longing, bursting from within?
Light streams through window pane 'cross covers all around,
Disturbed so much as each embrace would make them both as one,
Those cheeks so fair shine like a velvet, sunlit, meadow,
Where kisses must be gathered ere sets the sinking sun.
As daylight fades the kissing still relentless
Dispels all thought of food or mundane fare,
Though evening shadows haunt the room with darkness,
This passion knows no time or temporal care.
For ages it would seem, affection flows unhindered,
Conveyed to worlds of sensual bliss,
Could this be yours, I know you would embrace it,
Experience sublime, the lasting kiss!
