Oh how I remember so well
The kiss that owned me back then
The past where the memory does dwell
Kissing the omen; oh Amen!
A nervous wreck I were at the time
When he closed in leaving no space
To present a pure unstained prime,
His lips touched mine in sheer grace.
A tingling feeling ran down my spine
I didn’t want to stop yet felt I should
Much more passion on his side than mine
I’ll be damned, it was that good!
His arms folded around me in grip
I sensed his breath in mine
As he moved from the bottom to the top lip
Never wondered but it was just fine.
A peck on the cheek numerous times
And swift brushing against the neck
Clenched in a poets unending rhymes
The winds whistled right at the deck.
The kiss was short, and sweetly wrapped
The passion flew through our souls
Every kiss gets us trapped
Extended far beyond controls.