The Benedictine scents and stains The languor of your pallid lips; My kiss shall be a bee that sips A fainting roseleaf flushed with rains. I thirst, and yet my thirst increases With draining deep and deeper kisses; The odour of your breath releases Desires that dream of deeper blisses. And on my lips your lips now pressed Cling moist and close; your lips begin Devouringly to gather in Your kisses that my lips possessed. The odour of your breath releases Wafts of intoxicating blisses; Yet still my thirst of you increases, I thirst beneath your thirsty kisses. No kisses more, this perilous day, Or, tempting, tempt me not in yain: This day I dare not taste again Your lips that suck my soul away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST MACDONALD'S RAID - A.D. 1780 by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: CARL HAMBLIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |