A moment so sweet, a lover so divine
And hands so soft as they gently entwine

Shy and nervous language the body does express
A soft sense of shivering from her faint caress

Hair brushed aside and lips finally touch
Bodies pull together, in an eager clutch

Hands now roam, and tongues do dance
Passion swirls, a rhythmic trance

She pulls away, emitting a sigh
One of content, its set in her eyes

A kiss so simple, and yet so sweet
The night ends well, a triumphant feat.

Score.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Ferinus, in the year 536 AD.