You Kissed Me

I knew
You were
Going to
Kiss me.

I did not know
You were going to
Kiss me
Gently.

Your hands
Reached for me
And landed
Delicately
On either side
Of my face.

My eyes widened.
You are rarely
Delicate.

You leaned in,
Our lips met
Softly,
Quietly,
Barely touching.

Your tongue
Found and
Slow danced
With mine.

I was all
Blush and
Butterflies.

My hands
Flattened against
Your chest, my
Gaze dropped so
Your lips grazed my
Forehead and
I knew
You heard my
Restless breaths.

I felt you smile.
“What’s wrong?”
You asked,
“It doesn’t always
Have to be
Rough, does it?”

I closed my eyes
Bit my lip
And sighed.
And you lifted my
Chin and said
“Look at me”
And I did and you
Kissed me again.

I felt the
Groan rising and
I felt the shiver
Coming and
I broke the kiss,
Turned away,
Hand pressed
To my lips,
Weak kneed and
Breathing hard.

I know
The taste
Of your mouth
On mine.

When we
Kiss
It tastes of
Danger,
Heat,
Lust.

But this,
This kiss
Tasted of
Protection,
Sweetness,
Love.

And that
Combination is
A delicacy
We are not
Meant to
Indulge in.

Even though and
Especially because
Soft kisses
From you are
Absolutely
Fucking
Delicious.