The Power of a KISS

Cold grey day, no sun, many clouds,
She smiles at me and the day turns golden,
Her smile is kind, happy, promising,
She touches my cheek and memories rush in:
Lots of beer, lots of laughter, lots of people,
All reaching for her, for us, for me,
I’m funny, I’m popular, I’m getting very drunk,
Pool, darts, dancing, the KISS!
Her, and her, and me . . .
Hot young bodies pressing close,
Hot smiling faces pushing hard,
Hot bold tongues searching deep,
Hot groping hands grasping tight,
Holding, gripping, falling together into another world.
She brushes back my hair and more memories come:
Laughing on the street,
Giggling in the taxi,
Rushing in a crowd past the night clerk,
Nausea in the elevator,
Stumbling in the hall,
Falling into bed . . . together.
She looks into my eyes and my senses ignite:
Drunken ramblings, random thoughts, senseless babble,
“I really liked that KISS.”
Oh, my, part 2, a duo in the dark,
Inflamed desire, feverous groping, pawing, mawling,
Wanting to extinguish the fire,
Yet throwing on more wood and basking in the glow,
Her warm breath on my face,
Hot tongue on my neck,
Warm hands on my breast, on my stomach, on my waist,
Clothes melt away in the heat,
Hot tongue leaving cool tracks across my soul,
Leading straight into my love.
Muted screams of ecstacy, never before experienced,
This can’t be--this is all wrong--this is very right!!
The taste of her breast,
The rough feel of her hairs,
The taste of HER . . .
Over and over,
Again and again,
Fading away slowly into the warmth of her arms around me,
The comfort of her embrace enfolding me,
The heat of her love burning into me.
She leans forward with a kiss, and everything begins again. . .