Her kisses peck gently,
nipping and sipping sweetly.
Smacking of honey and dripping
with the love of lost years.
Tears left streaming, teeming
down rosy cheeks, streaks
of mascara marking. Sparks
in lightning striking, stars aligning,
hearts beating, thumps and
bumps, booms and bumps
rhythmically tapping and rapping;
her chest against mine. I find
her wave save me at every roll.
Taking her toll, crash into me!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild – February: The Sound of Love – Onomatopoeia and Alliteration