A Single Kiss...

A single kiss repeated a thousand times over.
 
Is what I'll remember till the sun sets with my last breath.
As I pull you from sitting on my countertop,
Pulling you onto me.
 
Your petite, perfect body, snuggling into my arms.
Your lips locked to mine and our tongues telling our stories to each other.
I carry you across the room and to the bed.
I lay you down, yet our lips can not part; the kiss can not stop; the story is still being told.
It can not be stopped. It must be told.
Our lips telling truths that only a kiss can tell.
 
Every expectation fades to glory with every piece of clothing that I remove from the wonder of your body.
 
Like the sun unexpectedly bursting through the stormy day and shining its rays to expose the radiance of the essence of life;  
raw,  
naked,  
true.  
 
If I must break from the kiss, I do so only to expose more of you;
yet my lips,  
my tongue,  
my hands,
must continue the journey of exploring the story of every inch of your body.
 
Slow, soft, tender.
Firm, fast, hard.
Everything in tune as if you are music made just for me.
The song of all songs.
 
And with every chord and note, my fingers, hands, and lips play you.
Building up verse by verse.
The sexual tension rising like the grand guitar solo absorbing me into the moment of you.
 
You.
 
You.
 
Building and rising the fevered pitch of the song.
Fingering the guitar strings in the rhythm that we make love to.
 
Our souls dancing to a song designed for this moment and this moment alone.
 
Building you up to a flushing crescendo.
Exploding every emotion we try not to show;
but the only emotions that we should know.
 
Gushing forth a rain of sunshine in shivers and shakes and spine tingling spasms, the song sings.
 
And gently lingers.
Lingers down to a restful, satisfied, sun filled, soul shining song of a single kiss;
repeated a thousand times over.
 
This, is my song to you.
 
A single kiss repeated a thousand times over.