THE KISS



eyes transfixed, gaze steady

a slow soft hand, touching,

temperature rising

lips brushing lightly against bare flesh



lingering fingers, tracing each others lips

your breath upon my forehead

soft butterfly touches

yearning instant, anticipation mounting



desire un-harnessed, breathing labored

a pleading moan escapes

a shiver, a slight taste

submerged, becoming one...... what a kiss!




Author's Notes/Comments: 

hummmmm I like to think every kiss
should leave one longing for yet another ......or perhaps
I dream way too much .....AGAIN I'm quite unsure
LOL......but  l do know to live a life void of dreams
is something " I " choose never to do!

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