Kisses Poem by Samuel Francis Leumas

(for E)

Your lips are walls of sugar
Or fences of honeycomb
that my tongue climbs upon daily
To muse while whistling to the whirling wind of pleasure,
like a youth looking for passion fruits inside a garden...
Sitting upon the fence
eating every piece of sweetness,
Singing still, the anthem of french kisses upon each wall.

In your kisses are sublime silence,
Quite euphonious in our blissful leisure;
The mouth to mouth sighs,
after a blue on blue breeze breathes pass
Swirling sweet smelling sonata gently,
accompanied with Accordion, mellifluous of passion.

Your sighs are rainbow in colours of beauty,
Your lips are the joy of angels on high
For in their divine estates, they interprete the immaculate immersion of our tongues,
Into ourselves together within romantic celestiality.
New Jerusalem shall rise at the omega of our sensuous spirituality
From the lost paradise of our ambient state of mind.

Your lips are walls of sugar;
My tongue will fall into the lake of your soul
From this fence of honeycomb,
It shall swim and drown inside lake of your soul
Through this beautiful rite of lipstual worship; for the
Sake of the soft-light touches
of tongues that make love,
And that lake of your soul is filled with spirits
that cascade from heavenly ale.

I'm high to the sky
on the liquor from thy lips...

Your lips are the beginning of, a heavens,
For your kisses are the animism of mirth and love.