Your Kiss (Ghazal)


Your Kiss

Dreamt I of your honey lips, about your kiss.
Caresses, fondling my hips without your kiss.

Love making is nothing without your lips.
Just a movement, a drought, devoid of your kiss.

No ecstasy, no lovemaking shout dear,
Just form, so I’d pout missing your kiss.

Foreplay is dry if it’s just about sex,
Wherefore my dream, do not doubt, it’s your kiss!

Bastet reminds you of your devout flame.
Sweet insistent lips willing out through your kiss.