FROZEN IN TIME
I kiss your lips in a
Yearning kind of way.
Passionate red candles burn a scent of love
Into the air.
Double, triple times my heart beats.
It skips a beat when my lips meet yours.
Your lips, moist as they
A kiss of passion, enthrallment.
Frozen forever, my heart stands still.
For however long we kiss,
A second, a minute, an hour,
A day, a week, a month,
Or a year, my heart will hold it’s breath,
As will I to cherish the moment.
WRITTEN BY BLACK ANGEL
© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Excerpt from page 37 of ANGEL’S PASSION
PUBLISHED BY PUBLISHAMERICA, LLLP