Left Over Kisses Poem by James McLain

Between the line of mouth
on her such lips desire
with sweet designs
a chance to feel soft loves tender kiss
upon my palm
heaven passes into her petaled rosy gate
to sate the passioned fire inside my heart
too holds out my lips I place upon her face
her cheek her nose her lips sweet god
the taste those lips
I loose control these lips my soul
she has undone
my left over kisses in a bag she does take home.
and left at the gate he goes barging in.