He took her there
in front of all-
The searing kiss
in a hot embrace-
It made them burn
both skin and lips
while they sensually,
ground their hips.
they couldn't have found
a better fit
of line and hollows
that fit like this-
When one demands
the other yields.
Their hands explore
the bumps and dents,
smooth line of muscle,
the flow of skin.
They were burning,
they were consumed.
Beholden to no one,
that's how they kissed.
And I knew.
this, is how I want my kiss.
beautifullllllllll! ! ! this has become one of my most favorite poems, ever! you described the scene so well, yet real. So GOOD! thanks for your great sweet thought!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aaaah, The Kiss... The First Symbolic Merging... Very Passionate Write... Classy and Touching... This could be a great prelude to a great love-story... Moonbee