Tenderly as a bee that sips, Your kisses settle on my lips, And your soft cheek begins to creep Like the downy wing of Sleep Along my cheek, and nestles smiling, As if Love's truth were but beguiling, Too utterly content to move, Only to smile, only to love. But if, to tease you, as I use, I feign, unthankful, to refuse Your dear caresses, and turn cold, Then the shy lips, waxing bold, Advance to vanquish my resistance, And, with a passionate persistence, Clinging closer, fold on fold, They suck my lips into their hold. And, if, still feigning, I resist, Fondly feigning to be kissed, They wax still bolder and begin Hungrily to fasten in Upon my neck, as they would gloat On the protesting veins that tingle As they and your deep kisses mingle, Your kisses burning in my throat. But ah! if, lastly, I should hear Your sudden lips upon my ear Set my brain singing and my blood Dancing the measure of your mood, And pouring over me and under Scented billows of soft thunder, I yield, I'll love you, lest it be I die of you ere you of me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMERSON by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE ROSE AND THORN by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE SHELLEY AND TRELAWNEY by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI FATHERHOOD by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING SANDY STAR: 1. SCULPTURED WORSHIP by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE KING HERMANDIAZ by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A LYNMOUTH WIDOW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR DON JUAN: CANTO 13 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON THESE LABOURED POEMS OF THE DECEASED AUTHOR, MR. WILLIAM BOSWORTH by L. C. |