Succumb to thy Kiss

Ann Marie Forcadas

If poison is what thy lips taste Then seek mine with haste. For I’d love to die with passion bliss Like how I’ll savour your elixir kiss. Convey those words you suppress Through kisses that best express. So hold my fragile waist As I hold thy masculine nape, Now all the enticing sweetness Cover the inches of our fallacies Oh! Darlin’ you’re killing me Through this passionate kiss —a hidden mess.