Kissing on into Eternity

There's nothing so deep as when properly kissed;
no stone is unturned, no morsel is missed.

The root to the shaft to the back of the scene,
no area woven, no island unseen.

The inner and outer, the flap and the flurry,
no wasting of time, yet no need to hurry.

Licking and begging and groaning so free
pointing the toes and down on the knees.

Grappling, hunching, coiling and heaven
holding on hair and bread that's unleavened.

Spiraling higher and falling again
spinnaker fire and trash talking zen

mobile and quaking, breaking on cue,
deafening silence all rainbowed in hue

uttering, moaning, indelicate trace
falling and owning an occupied space

traveling inward and landing inside
living all over and never have died.

The tip of sweet Cupid's dark arrow touch
as lips engage and kiss then so much

that chemicals call up to shiny the beam
and kisses blaze on like a burst at the seam.

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