My Stolen Kisses Poem by Paul Meinhofer

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.

Just several seconds and we're done.
Our lips eclipse like moon and sun
Your face awash in satin kisses,
fulfilling all my secret wishes.

Pitter patter goes my heart.
My eyes fly opened with a start.
An impish grin upon your face.
Fickle blow the winds of fate.

Some day I hope to make you mine,
if we can make the stars align.
Until I bid my spouse adieu,
A stolen kiss will have to do.

If love some day becomes a sin,
the kiss police would take us in.
And lock us up- throw out the key..
I'll pray you share a cell with me!