The Kiss
by merlyn on Aug.05, 2004, under Poetry
It starts with a soft breath…
an inhalation,
tentative, fearful.
eyelids close over unfocused eyes
the lean…slowly, oh so slowly.
There it is, the first scent
spicy, sweet, unfamiliar, tantalizing.
A touch…surprising softness
fingertips rise of their own accord,
reaching for a cheek made soft by the moment.
Pressure. Lips meeting,
breath stopping..heart pounding.
time stretching, every nerve on fire,
as memory is burned deep.
Then, separating with aching slowness
eyes opening, slowly,
revealing a face transformed
then…a soft breath
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August 7th, 2004 on 9:57 pm
Now this one I like. Who says there’s no romance left in the world?
>M<