Press Me

Press me to thy lips and find me approved
does the flavor of my lips satisfy you
Does the fire in my eyes ignite that in yours
can we meet tasting sweet behind closed doors
Or is our passion a game where no victor emerges
where two rivers into one converges
Do they track upon separate courses 
or rear up like unbroken horses
What is the future of love if rejected
not to speak of desires rejected
Fan the flames my dear, fueled with your kiss
that I may in this life not miss
The joy of beauty blessed unto the beast
whose longings have far from ceased