From where do these warm touches, <br />come as the wind start to whirl, <br />kisses on my neck, <br />as your breath hits me so, <br />lips like honey and bitter as ale, <br />you come to me close, <br />romantic behavior from such, <br />just like a young girl, <br />foolish games, you are playing, <br />with my heart, <br />but it, is time for saying, <br />goodnight, I now must part.<br /><br />Walter C. Edwards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warm-touches/
