Stolen Kisses
We steal kisses, you and I.
In a place between shadow and soul.
In a place between time and space.
A place that should not exist, yet it does.
Where we should not drift, yet we do.
We should not kiss, yet your lips feel so right on mine, your breath so sweet and your embrace so warm.
Each time your lips touch mine, you steal my thoughts, my hearts, my breath and my soul.
And I give it all to you willingly.
My thoughts readily drift and flow but when you lips touch mine all the tides of thought are frozen in your warm embrace.
My hearts beat steadily but when your lips touch mine they are yours to control, as a thunder shudders through my chest in the shower of your passion.
My breath holds me up but when you lips touch mine your love lifts me to a place where I don't need to stand, nothing brings me down even as my breath slips away.
My soul.
My soul has always been yours, but only in our stolen kisses can you feel it, I see it's strength coursing through you, shinning in your bright eyes.
My soul has always been yours. My soul will always be yours.
My Rose.