by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
The flavor of your eyes
reveals the tang on your tongue.
I wish to savor all your sighs tonight
with a hint of selfishness.
You are mine and I want every lip-smacking bit.
Sip the chilled wine.
This drink makes us warm.
Can you feel my nibbling your ear from here?
A really good test of quality
is in the sample smile you rush at me.
Try, try again to get you to do that.
You have some inclination of each mischievous thought of mine.
We have an affinity for each other’s comfort level.
My predilection is to tell you how I feel.
Your desire is to slow things down.
There is this proclivity for holding hands through it all.
Fondness like no other.
I am liking you more and more.
You have developed a partiality for my hugs and
a preference for togetherness.
Nous avons un penchant pour le café et le gâteau, aussi.
You have a tendency to laugh when I don’t expect it.
You are my weakness.
My taste is becoming your taste when I kiss you.
That’s the best dessert of all.
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