I often think of kissing you.
Slowly siping sweet sentiment
From you I await but a cue
To fulfill my heart's contentment
Is there a more noble pursuit?
More worthy a goal to reach?
Than to pluck the forbidden fruit
Even if I must lose my speech
I often think of holding you
Lovingly on a warm embrace
Oh my dear, If only you knew
How glad I am to hold your grace
If I only had but one wish,
I would wish for many wishes,
Then to be in kisses rich
And hold you as if with stitches.
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