Another of Mrs P's poems Perfect Kiss Pull me close Let my body Talk to you Without uttering a sound. Hold me At the mercy Of your imagination As you steal my secrets With your lips. Possess me For I am your Favourite place Your only solace. Feel drunk on Intense delight and desire. Lips soft, warm and tender Worth waiting for Infinite bliss With deliberate intention. A perfect kiss Charged with emotion Hearts pounding The prelude to Unbearable passion. Perfection Weak at the knees As butterflies flutter Never wanting it to end As you scoop me up In your arms And carry me to bed.