LYRIC FOR SALE

By Richard M Moss MD

May I kiss you with a kiss?
Is this a pathway to bliss?
I seek comfort in your arms,
Such passion does not harm.

I cannot escape you in my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle as a stream.
When I am with you there is fire,
I am a prisoner of desire.

You are lovely beyond jewels,
To be apart from you is cruel.
Your embrace is a magic potion,
I am burning with emotion.

Comfort me with apples,
And other fruits I may sample.
I am a slave to passion,
May I enter your mansion?

I seek the wine of your lips,
And the flower of your hips.
You are daughter of the temple,
With your touch, I tremble.

I cannot escape you in my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle as a stream.
When I am with you there is fire,
I am a prisoner of desire.

I lie at night by your skin,
Can such passion be a sin?
Your bed is our chamber,
To love you is not labor.

You are a garden in bloom,
I enter your sacred room.
I enjoy the line of your curve,
Your beauty, I will serve.

I cannot be apart from you,
The poets always knew.
I will celebrate this heat,
When next do we meet?

I cannot escape you in my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle as a stream.
When I am with you there is fire,
I am a prisoner of desire.