In the symphony of our longing, we find our tune,
Two souls in harmony, like the sun and the moon.
As our lips meet, it's a chord of sweet refrain,
Desires rise like music in the pouring rain.

A kiss, like a sonnet, softly spoken and heard,
A verse of love, in every whispered word.
Our hands, like dancers, in a sensuous ballet,
Moving in rhythm, as night turns into day.

With each kiss, a new chapter unfurls,
In this epic of desire, where passion swirls.
In the poetry of love, our bodies write,
The verses of longing, under the moon's soft light.

In the language of music, our hearts converse,
With every touch, desires grow and disperse.
Kissing and touching, like a melody's plea,
In this symphony of love, we find our key.

© Logan Saltsman