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.
-Adelene Coelho