Kiss Me Poem by Faeo de Lyre

Intil my family and apartment,
I am so seduced and thus
Trapped. Lain arms apart and intil doors
Open intil have an enchantment.
Loose-limbed, thus, but in the spirit.

Count not my years but measure
My licence. Judge not my past
But hear my molten piece cast.
Aye! At the past, want I for
Hence, from him. Only if you can

Grant my thirst, then I am free
Also. Sworn oath of affection
With your blood, I am yet on
Mount, where you and I did me
Found. Kiss me and let me allow

It more. I might have held afield
Or visiting, but I hence lay
To let all of me intil sway,
From me, intil this want that filled
Me. It is but to take my

Licence, all my reception
Shall wide. If more let's sunder.
Not in my secret but other,
Let forth from seeing, hereupon,
A kiss; I only required it.

Time did tell. Not intil comes now,
A day, let a bunch, it. Call
It my pleasure. To the wall
Goes weakest intil take a bow.
Where do I make for a place

Best? How breathe I? How do I
Gesture intil quality? Kiss me
Like an ocean swallows. Let be
Like the fish took Jonah. So high
Intil a temperature I ask.

Thus care-full, hold on me over
That I shall smell your touch. Of
Your kiss starves I in the love
And imagines the moment hover
On me. From it shall I intil

A me else. Count not the clock
To soothe these pains softer. Have
I upon a high inquiry? Starve
Me not of an alert as luck
Would have it. But I am only

Wearing a warrant ___ warrant
To digestion. It is a
Rise, mine, from the untold; may
It be. But a miscreant
I am not; let it my mere

Grudge. This mirror chose I; let
Thus all saying no intil this
Hungry piece of my meat is.
As for this romance, unquiet
Made I, strapped in the cage,

Hard-hot excited to devour
Copiously, your hand. Do
Not shorn me of this fire to
Scavenge for I cannot sour
In gentle. Had I dull as does

Nights, I am thus on heat as
A day shouts. Let my moving
Intil a venue else; my choosing
Ask intil the signal strength scarce
For my location. To pull

Your gravity, allow that I make
Up or undress, let me but
Acquaint the lackings most sought
In the art. I can dare wake
Any ever adventure intil this

Mould to buy this model, to embed
And blazon me and my machine
In distribution. So seen,
Kiss and leave me dead-drenched abed,
From I can know intil this heat

Burn and fade away. Once, blithe shall
I breathe upon in this presence.
I am thus but sought intil thence,
My tongue root. Go from partial,
Your kiss, afore the vainly call.