Comments about Paul Meinhofer
My Stolen Kisses
A peck here, a smooch there.
Touching tongues if we dare.
This poem's about our stolen kisses.
Secret kisses everywhere.
Your lips brush mine and sparks ignite.
As sultry as a summers' night.
Earth slows down its constant turning.
In my soul a desperate yearning.
On my front portch, in the dark.
On springtime walks in the park.
In the movie theatre too,
The kisses that I stole from you.
Red lips contrast with your white skin.
My sexy doll of fine porcelain.
With Venus in the house of sin,
I beg come kiss me once again.