Kiss Me

I miss kissing.
Not just lips and tongues
But also the moment before
The kissing happens
When you aren’t sure
You will be
Or even want to be
Kissed
When you feel
The pleasant ripple
Through your belly and
When you press your thighs
Together and feel
The zing of
Your clit
Waking up and
Becoming aware
That something good
Is about to
Happen
When you lick
Your lips
Without realizing you did it
And your breath shallows
And quickens
And your heart
Beats
Just a little bit
Too fast and
You hear
Your pulse
Racing
Roaring
In your head
When his lips
Move toward yours
And you close your eyes
And his hands
Touch your face
Grasp your neck
Pull you toward him
When he
Finally
Brushes his lips
Against yours
And you groan
And then you are moving
Against each other
Lips
Tongues
Hands
Bodies
You feel that kiss
Everywhere
And when
Your legs shake and
You realize you are
Weak
Wet and
Wanting
More than kisses
That’s what I miss.
I miss
Kissing.