What binds your lips to mine,
is your gentle touch along my spine,
the splash of color that hits your cheeks,
the way your eyes try to steal little peeks,
the way the curve of your shoulder holds my head,
the way your body warms my cold bed.
What binds your lips to mine,
is not magnets, tape, or glue,
but my undying desire and love for you!
(c) 2017 copyright Elena Plotkin
Elena Plotkin, the plot now does thicken. You are one of my PH friends from years past & I hope you are well. I guess I 'missed' reading this in 2017 and since. (cont.)
Wow! ! ! Wow, wow! ! ! Now I'm blushing. But it is not my face 'cheeks' that are blushing. I just happened to look at my in the mirror after flushing. : ) bri
Nice to read a poem by a favorite poet, dedicated to another fellow poet known for his wit and humor. 'The way the curve of your shoulder holds my head' - nice expression!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(cont.) Ah, well, maybe it is 'for the best' that I did NOT SEE this blazing love poem earlier; I might not now still be with my wife # 4 [this one has money]. : )))