The Mystery

I look in her eyes and feel the fires burn
Such passion is not a fleeting sojourn
I feel her heart beat tugging upon mine
As in her kiss I taste the sweetest wine
My tongue longs to linger upon her lip
While gently teasing as her senses slip
Before the lingual dance in rhythmic need
Unspoken words and our desire is freed
Just feelings speak in enigma’s abyss
Then shared in the mystery of a kiss


©JG Farmer 2012
Form: Sonnetina Due