Lips Warm Brush My Neck, So Sweet (Sonnet)

Lips warm brush my neck, so sweet,
How could I, why would I wish to sleep.
If I were to pass my life complete,
Enveloped in your love so deep.

I turn to caress your tender face,
Through the many years you’re still the one.
There is no other to take your place,
Written in the stars since times begun.

In passions embrace our souls consumed,
As we once two commence to be one.
A love this true could never be assumed,
From deepest night ‘til morning sun.

O’ love my love you must never doubt, the devotion that I feel for you,
With my last breath I would gladly shout, my vows, my commitment anew.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~