A Welcome Deluge

Her lips upon mine
feel like rain upon roof
thundering drops
Kisses that are hail in the dark
Damage undetected
I awaken renewed
Spent
Her kiss a halestorm
A welcome deluge
Her lips meet mine
Again
Her kisses

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

There are kisses, and there are kisses. I am with the person I am with because of a kiss. You have captured that passion in a tightly women package

[Delmar Cooper]

The first time I saw hail I was alone in a tin roofed barn. The noise was enormous. I ran to the house through the hail where my mother asked if I was crazy. I wasn't, just inexperienced. I'm more experienced now and I understand more about your simile and your metaphor. Then I only knew hail could be loud, and stinging and only crazy people went out into it.

[barleygirl]

I love to ravish a beloved being with non-stop kiss assaults . . . & for the first time, now I know how that might feel to the other! *wink! wink!* Nicely uninhibited, just like I feel when I get in the mood for a kiss attack! I love the way you wrote this in a lyrical way (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Nipplegrinder]

Thanks, Margie. Oddly, I never felt it like lyrics, as I conceived it. But I sure am flattered you think such.
Fondly,
K

[Ardra]

If kisses can do so much...she must mean so much to you.... :)

[Nipplegrinder]

Indeed, Ria. Astutely recognized.