Poems about Kiss poems

He dances with his shadow like a youthful Fred Astaire, such symbiotic harmony, they make a perfect pair. No footfalls can be heard around about them as they move, through empty evening streets, th

When an angel sends a kiss your way the sweetness of its love will stay. As it blows into the wind and you feel a gentle touch. Remember its your angel saying. I love you very muchAuthor:

Excuse me… While I kiss this guyWhat would he doIf I gave it a try? Would he kiss me back? Or would he even pucker? Would he latch onto meLike an all day sucker? Sometimes you wanna But you

Clip clop, clip clop...Drizzle kisses the parched earth.By the garlands of glee, A dreamy eye welcomes thee.Somnolent crops rejuvenate, And rejoice in thy mellifluous tune.Sweep afar then, Dole

That kiss, that kiss.That kiss, that I do miss.That love, that love.Prettier than a dove.That heart, that heart.That heart, that shone like art.Her hair, her hair.It floated on the air.That li

The words i say today make the world fall away The ring on your finger means your here to stay The smile on your face lets me know you love me When i wake up your the first thing i want to see The

Let heavens bear witness-As two musk rosesCross-pollinate in ecstasy, Amidst showers of honey-dew.Let the galaxy reverberateWith unalloyed bliss, As the little mermaid whispers: “My Kalyanam

A roomno musicnobody withini am outwhen i am backmusicno room Square of music and tearssquare of fear, erected laugh and murderThe Kissi could seethe daggerand the lightningof fea

When I daydreamWhat do I seeYou, waiting for meYou ask me how I feelWith you it feels realWe sit and talkand on the beach we walkYou compliment me As we watch the deep blue seaI look at you

The waters rippled on an incoming tideThe shimmering finger of the moonDanced on the small wavesA hiss of rolling stones broke the silenceAs waves invaded and retreated on the shoreThey walked ob

You awakenmy sleepingwith a long slow kissmy face enclosedin your falling hairI worshipyour mouthand its holy kissesas if a sacrementI was recievingyouthe blessing.Author: Dónall

‘Twas Spring in a desert townChill was in the evening airDesert land bare and brownI'd longed to see my lady fairDressed all in blackShe tapped softly at my doorShe still possessed a knackTo