Poetry of A Kiss

Afro Celt “Rippling” hums
As I feel your soft, gentle kisses
Rippling, washing , feathering over me
(It’s not even our song, but I feel as if it is
just now as a “breath on the wind
It holds you here, it holds you near”)
Hands light on my face
Lips lighter, brushing, teasing
Breathing your breath & addictive scent
Your warm fingers reaching down
Slowly trickling excited nerves
In their wake,
Shyly exploring my need
Passionately satisfying my moans
This song is true of you:
“Keep me howling through the years”
Searching the world for
That kiss
(Again)
Unmatched