I Trace Your Lips

I trace your lips with my fingerSuch pouty perfection in this faceI want to devour you right hereBut in public is not the proper placeSo I whisper one word: “tonight”& let you think upon that all dayYou’ll stew & simmer & imagineHow all this love will be conveyed

She’s Strolling Down The Sidewalk

She’s strolling down the sidewalkStepping on these crunchy leavesThe smell of fireplaces reassuresAutumn has come to finally relieveA heartening smile crosses her lipsNot knowing if life could be betterAs I approach, I take her in my armsMy love looks amazing in her sweater