Kiss

 

I ask if I may kiss you.
You just smile; no answer is necessary.

Your mind visions the following…

Our initial kiss, a flirting of our lips.
My tongue flicking lightly -
Asking, "Do you want me to stop?"

Tip of your tongue runs over my lips.
Touching every part,
Inside and out -
Over and over again.

Your tongue, tickling me, tickle, tickle.

I press my lips gently to yours.
They are hot and fast.
Not resting long on any one spot.
I have such a desire to go on.
Kisses of passion all over your face.
Returning back to your mouth.
Our tongues dance together.
We are exploring.

 

So, I ask again if I may kiss you.

Reviews

[Tink7]

because it's all relative, huh? what (poem, word, look, kiss) means forever to which two people, or even to one. did you do the sketch too? i like it. i like the poem...
thanks.
just want to add-- i noticed nothing about dialogue. i was pretty much just in the moment i guess. that's good too.