All the words
I constantly write,
all the caresses
I keep inside.
All the air
I breath in time,
all the times
I feel this desire.
Every time I dream
of thy lips in mine,
with passion and joy,
tasteful and kind.
Every time I want
to fill thy with bliss,
lungful of air
under the touch of my skin.
All these words, all these times,
can only mean I can love thee.