I love you

we met by accident 

or was it fate 

either way leaves

this honey sweet taste 

dreams of us in our special place 

moonlight shining from angel's grace 

I lick my lips and want even more 

filling a place left empty from before

 passion stirs with every touch 

loving that I want so much 

painted in flowing, vibrant strokes 

every thought is "I love you"

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License