I would love to kiss your lips when they're moist with wine 
and painted red with desire. 
Gaze into your eyes where your love smolders 
glowing with passions fire.

Feel your bodies warm alabaster flesh 
burn against mine in a romantic embrace 
imaging strands of your hair tangled and enmeshed 
veiling desperate kisses all over my face.

Not for me the cold calm kiss 
of a virgin's uninspired love 
nor a Saints chaste bliss 
pure as a spotless white dove.

Give me the love that so freely flows 
and laughs at the whole world's shame 
with your body on fire and willing in my arms 
it sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me deeply with your warm moist lips 
still fragrant with ruby wine 
and say with a fervor free of all doubt 
that your body and soul are mine.

Draw me close in your eager arms 
while the pale moon looks on from above 
and we can spend the rest of our lives 
sharing the depths of our love.