I will leave thee when...
I have gently stolen from thy lips
Their yet untasted nectar, to allay
The raging of my thirst, e'en as the bee
Sips the fresh honey from thee.
I have gently stolen from thy lips
Their yet untasted nectar, to allay
The raging of my thirst, e'en as the bee
Sips the fresh honey from thee.
I found this one on a website and I liked it alot so i thought I would share it with you. and these....
Mistake me not -- unto my inmost core
I do desire your kiss upon my mouth,
They have not craved a cup of water more
That bleach upon the deserts of the south....
~Edna St. Vincent Millay, American Poet~
The moment eternal - just that and no more -
When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
~Robert Browning~
I do desire your kiss upon my mouth,
They have not craved a cup of water more
That bleach upon the deserts of the south....
~Edna St. Vincent Millay, American Poet~
The moment eternal - just that and no more -
When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
~Robert Browning~
