Of Desire...

Of all the trinkets tossed near to tempt me

I desire but one thing…

…my lips burning with the need to shape these words

I love you, darling

Of all the beguiling boasts that others promenade

I do not covet; but this

My lips burning with the desire just to taste

Your kiss

Of all the public confessions and professions glibly spouted

I care not

My lips burn with the desire, provoked privately and intensely

By your thought

© Janet Martin