A Kiss….is never just a kiss.
It is sometimes a way of saying, “I’m here for you”
Sometimes of saying “I love you”
Sometimes it is a gentle breeze, soothing the soul,
Or it can be a tempest, stirring the loins.
The perfect first kiss,
Should start as a question, gentle and low,
Become an exploration, tongue pushing through,
Turn into an invitation, show me what you want,
Then a preview, a microcosm of what could follow.
That’s the moment…when a kiss becomes more,
When it flips a switch in your stomach,
Turning into desperate fiery hunger,
When the rest of the world disappears
As you shrink to two mouths, one need.
Words are easy and appearances lie,
But a kiss will always tell the truth,
A moan, a sigh, this is the real language,
If fires start, and universes implode,
Then that is the truth of you and I.