The kiss
They've been apart for so long!
Together now,
A wish, a fantasy
Come true.
She stands before his eyes.
Angel face!
Prettyface!
A face that seems to incompass
So much
Warmth, life, energy, character.
So close.
Her scent intoxicating.
He feels the rush.
He is a freight train,
Barreling down a mountainside,
Trying to grip the rails
Stay grounded.
Brakes are slammed!
Too precious a moment for
An out of control
Locomotive!
He bridles in
His racing heart.
He cocks his head,
Leans forward.
She retreats slightly,
Furtively.
He slowly pursues.
Contact!
He gently brushes
Her soft, tender, Lips.
So full,
So moist,
Like billowy cumulus clouds,
The feel of which
Is dizzying, disorienting.
His tongue briefly parts her lips,
sliding from side to side;
gently, tenderly, teasingly.
He follows with several
Short, soft, almost sucking kisses
to fully savor the sweet softness
Of her mouth and lips.
He reluctantly leaves those
Psychedelic rose petals,
To gently nuzzle her
Nose with his.
He gently kisses each lovely
window to her soul.
Hoping to touch that soul.
She feels his heaving,
Heavy breathing as
He tenderly, adoringly, brushes
Her hair aside.
Her half-closed,
passion filled eyes
Shine, as they
Look into his,
As she utters
The words that
Flutter his heart:
I love you!
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