Our lingering Taste of passion

Darling can you hear the beating of my heart,
as you lay upon my chest, fingers locked together.
I feel the warmth of your breath caressing my neck.
Our embracing moment has left a lingering taste of passion in my mouth.

I won’t forget our moments we share;
for our passions run like the river runs down the mountains.
I can see my reflection in your eyes,
see your soul leap for joy as I look deep into the portal of your soul.
There I will bring you a kiss an embracing of our lips,
eyes closed in a moment of passion.
Moments for gotten in words unspoken,
but only remembered by your taste that lingers so.