Come On, Kiss Me Right Poem by Chuy Amante

Your skills enchant!
All that talking is
just you exercising
your kisser
so that
when you blow steam
in my face
thc laced and all
i fall
and have violent thoughts
about buttons and zippers
exploding like the 4th of July
let's get back to that
humid whisper of yours...
May I coax soft words out
of your chamber with my
lingual finesse
my soul undress, singing
harmonies, mixing dna
just for scientific purposes