Street of Stars

Walking down a fine rhyme
That line of love?
What is love?
Have I not asked that before?
Does love roar, and rip?

A kiss on the lips?
What is love loves love gift?
Yet a kiss.

Eyes meet down Lonely Street
Sensuality flies in four eyes
Lips meet, so sweet
So intriguing is the first touch of four hands
Around the waist, when lips meet
So sweet.

Down Happy Street
Skin touches loves hot ember emotions
So hot, roaring, pouring sweet
Devotions of a love parable strikes
In flight, hands upon skin
Love wins.

I need not ask what is love
It is the strike of when four eyes meet
So sweet, down Amours Starry Street.