Your face is a room
Where my heart longs to be
Your features the decor
Designed just for me
Your eyes are the windows
Which let in the light
Your eyelids the shutters
Which keep out the night
Your breath is the heater
Which warms up the air
Your cheeks the soft carpet
So I tiptoe with care
Your lips are a hammock
Where I sleep on your grin
But your mouth is the door
Stolen kiss – and I’m in
YOU ARE READING
Stolen Kiss
PoetryStolen kiss is a collection of four poems about love that shouldn't be.
