A Bedtime Kiss

With wings of  chiffon uplifting in the warmth of the  late afternoon sunshine

She flutters overhead in a shimmer of iridescent blue

Teasing us with  the possibility of her touch

And the chance to open ourselves to her delight

Hovering above me, I feel the gentle pressure of her mouth as

She places  a gentle kiss on my upturned face

And drinks in my  nectary need for her

Before moving on to the others

Equally desirous of her love

These moments made more  precious in the knowledge that by tomorrow

I will no longer hold the power to attract

Nor she the wings to fly

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