
by jane sway
To kiss the tender lips
of the one I love
to press my own onto yours
to taste them,
to taste you,
to feel wanted,
to feel wanted and needed
to be needed
to embrace you
touch you
hold you
to feel the strength
of love
as we hold each other
through the night,
through the tears
through the fears
the pains of life.
Love is not sex, the feel of naked skin
but rather, love is two souls
uniting, striving, reaching
an understanding from within
which neither
could achieve alone.

