When We Kiss

When we kiss:

It’s blessed;
Beautiful;
Breathtaking;

It’s heady;
Lusty;
Downright dirty;

It’s our lips
Teasing each other;

And those sweet
Unsolicited
Gasps and cries
That fuel the
Unfulfilled quotas
Of our limitless libidos;

It’s your glorious gate
Wrapped tight about me;
Your tongue:
That titillating tease,
Ruining my inhibitions,
Reveling in the thrill
Of my inevitability;

And it’s my tongue
Delicately dabbling
At that precious pink pearl
So shyly settled
Between your tender lips;

And
It’s the earnest excitement
Dancing from eye to eye,
As summer night fireflies,
As we wrestle with our reckless desires
To shock and thrill one another;

Pressing forth,
Vigorously,
Each trying to trouble the other;
To be the first
To baptize the beaten
In the bay of
Unbridled bliss.



And as I spend my last strength
For your satisfaction;

All my past labors pale
If set against
My pains for your pleasure.

I want the cosmos to quiver
With the furor of your frenzy,
The purity of your pleasure,

Let the stars themselves
Tremble
At intensity
Of your elation.

And then, love,
Fall back,
Exhausted,
Numb from the thrill;

Wonderfully weary
From this meager warmup,
And brace yourself, love,
For I only want
To indulge every inch of your body
And every moment of your mind
And maybe even be savvy enough
To seduce your very soul.