More subtle than a fragrant wine,
The softest touch and more divine,
On heaven’s stair an upward climb,
Toward angels’ realm and the sublime.
These lips together lightly pressed,
Your head upon my shoulder rest,
Submission to each other now,
To seal an inward lovers’ vow.
No other one may enter in,
A sanctuary bound within,
This simple, soulful reverie,
And carries forth toward ecstasy.
An act of love beyond compare,
A secret, sacred bond we share,
It soars beyond the lovers’ twist,
And made complete when first we kissed.
So come my love and let unfold,
The purest joy of love untold,
As we both sense the rapture pour,
You press your lips to mine once more.
Peter Lowell Paulson
May 26, 2011
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