The Kiss


I touch you and my heart takes flight.
Trembling fingers touch trembling lips.
Soon replaced by your mouth and the brush
Of your breath against my cheek.
You start to pull away.
"No!" my desperate heart cries as I
Hold you tighter and you realize.
Your perfect lips meet mine again.
I am drunk on the scent of you.
My lips yield to your exploring tongue.
The taste of you is pure ambrosia to me.
Your mouth moves slower, giving me a prelude
To what it might do later.
I shiver uncontrollably, forgetting to breathe.
Every nerve wracked with anticipation,
Every thought becomes consumed in the moment.
Just when I think I can take no more...
I wake up. Damn! It was only a dream!!

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