I love you
Strums the guitar on your neck
With moments of a mosquito
Oozing out its speck,
And I turn jealous….
Riding knight on your fingertips,
I kiss.

I love you
Winds the hair on your lips
Are you the drumsticks on her hips?
Or the timid closet clips?
Blowing on her face blush,
Bloom with the bears and hush
Sshhh…

I love you
The moons are an excuse,
to search for your lips…
In the darkness of your muse
Of moles and pearls, of wisdom and curls
Look away…fair one!!!
I kiss.