Wanting Poem by Lenny Camacho
Wanting
My lips are wanting a kiss from yours,
a touch of madness that most call love.
My lips are wanting to say your name,
to touch your skin and burn with it.
My lips are wanting to catch your breath,
to feel the voice of your throbbing veins.
My lips are wanting to be yours tonight,
and wake up with you, kisssed by morning light
for all the days that soon will come.
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4/26/2024 10:24:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wonderful and real love, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.