poem

your kiss still lingers on my lips
the feeling of your fingertips
your hands upon my waist
me begging for a taste
your breath on the back of my neck
im here at you every call and beck
your arms around me tight
my love for you taking flight
your fingers running through my hair
letting me know that you are there
your voice whispering in my ear
just soft enough for me to hear
your mouth forming the words
words so sweet as you draw me towards
you say its me you really love
love as pure as the snow white dove