The Kiss

Full, plush, pink lips,
Nibble, taste, lick,
Catch raindrops, snowdrops
Blister in heat, speak words,
Scream, shriek, spread wide
In mirth, joyful laughter,
Droop down hurt or disappointed,
Sometimes huff puff like the dragon.

Been kissed by many,
Kissed many in return,
Softly, roughly, tenderly,
With passion, anger, excitement,
Sweet gentleness, seductively,
Wantonly, teasing serenely,
Taking time discovering at my leisure,
Shape, texture, tissue, structure.
Relish in wonder at softness,
Different shapes, curves, warmth.
Pattern of little creases, imagine,
Thin, plump, thick, heart shaped,
I have tasted many a mouth
Running my tongue over lips
With intimacy of a delightful siren,
Devouring lightly, slowly pleasuring
Every sense I possess, moving, loving,
Blending deeply into softness of man.

Until I found you.
Realised your mouth
Was made for mine.
Fitted perfectly in shape and rhythm,
It reached places
Never reached before,
Whilst you held me tight
I disappeared into you,
Our mouths made us one.

There will never be another who
Holds my heart, or whose mouth
Fits mine, like two pieces of a puzzle,
So perfectly.