the act of kissing you
has been bestowed upon me
as the greatest act of courage
the pink of your lips
lathered with a fruity gloss
demands to be felt
yearns to be tasted
every breath that you take
whispers softly to my mind
thoughts racing to the door
cheeks flush crimson white
the curve of your back
touched by shaking hands
a perfect fit for my palms
a code it ached to crack
the woman you are
the fear i taste
all worth the surrender
from god’s accepting grace