When You Kiss Me

When you kiss me you
Set my heart on fire!
You send me into frenzy,
A frenzy of sweet burning
Desire!
When You Kiss Me I am
Like putty in your hands
It’s nothing short of ecstasy
Sheer ecstasy and love,
Love that makes a stand!
Every time you kiss me,
Baby every time you kiss
Me, I get the feeling this
Is forever and everyday
It just keeps getting better
And better!
My love, I’ve waited a long
Long time for you…
Through many lonely day and
Nights but now here I am in your
Arms holding you, holding
Me tight!
And When You Kiss Me
You set my heart on fire!
You send me into frenzy
A frenzy of sweet burning
Desire!
Every time you kiss me baby
Oh every time you kiss me!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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