Kisses in Deep Recesses

Keep both your feet well planted on the floor.
Mark time. There was a moment just last week
When I remembered how I kissed your cheek
While thinking how I always pined for more,
Bewitched by fingers. Standing at the door,
Enthralled by my incredible physique
(I’m made of trouble, reinforced by teak),
You offered just your cheek, and I got sore.

Abandoned in a forest of dark thoughts,
I flexed my facial muscles, planning kisses
In deep recesses. Thus love reminisces,
Recalling all my schemes, and clever plots
To delve, and span your self, tie you in knots,
And dream. My inner vision never misses.