Love Poems #10

The Day We Kiss

The day we kiss,
is one thing i miss.
It was in the mist,
of November thirty.

According to my memory,
i remembered something.
I was holding your hips,
while touching your lips
with my finger tip.
Deep inside feeling quite happy.

There's a hidden desire within me,
while kissing your tender and sexy lips,
I was under your love spell.
There's no way for me to tell,
as my soul flew to heaven from hell.

Your kiss has melted my whole heart,
into volcanic ashes.