You awaken
my sleeping
with a long slow kiss
my face enclosed
in your falling hair
I worship
your mouth
and its holy kisses
as if a sacrement
I was recieving
you
the blessing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always, and as ever, the purity of your feelings about love and its beauty shines through here...to see the kiss as holy and your love as the blessing, the sacrement, of that love....perfection. Worshipful!