Am I asking too much?
To want to kiss your lips or even,
Grab your hips as we come close to speak.
Speak of the passion that is building inside of us.
Souring like that kite that glides on the wind that blows,
You know threw the air that flows.
Can you feel the blood rush thru your body as we touch.
Through those parts that blush and swell in a clutch.
Let me whisper something in your ear,
I’m not asking too much,
just being sincere.
By Sterling P. Carroll