The Kiss

Fingers,

Delicate touching fingers

Spring from the hand

Of a tender man.

 

Eyes,

Probing, longing eyes

Gaze from a hollow

From where they began.

 

Lips,

Pressing, gentle lips

Make their loving mark

On the waiting woman.

 

Heart,

Beating, stirred heart

Flutters with joy

And nerves bespoken.

 

© 2017 Valerie Hathaway

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