- Erotic Poetry
- The Kiss
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We didn’t expect to run into each other.
Not here. Not after so many years. Our
inhibitions lowered by the whisky.
Now, alone in the hall outside the
upstairs bathroom, I smell your
heat. We move closer to each other.
Compelled to touch even though
we know that nothing can come of
this. I brush my lips across the pulse
in your neck, feeling your answering moan
as it slips unwittingly up your throat. Then
you slide your fingers into my hair, gently
pulling my head back. As our lips meet, I
think fleetingly of my family before I
lose myself in you. Lips and tongue tease
and taste. Hardening against my belly, grinding
against each other. Molten heat spreading from
your mouth through my whole being.
Then, footsteps on the stairs.
We pull apart. Staring at one
another for one last moment
before we walk away. You to your wife,
me to my husband, where we will each
try to pretend this moment never happened.
