Kissing

A kiss was just two mouths touching before I met you.
Two loners sharing a common want, desire.
Cold, wet, forced
Hands not sure where they belong
So a kiss with you?
(I was not expecting much)

But when I entered your eyes and they plunged mine, I was in some foreign paradise.
Warm, like a childhood holiday.
Safe, like some preternatural haven instilled within us
And when our lips embraced it was as if our sole purpose was for this one kiss.

A kiss was just two mouths touching before I met you,
And if I may kiss you no more,
I wish to never kiss again.