Kiss Poem by Missy Lynn

Sitting close a tangle of arms
Hanging heads cheeks touching
Both wondering what is next
They urge without words
When will the moment come?
One pulls their head back slightly
The other looks to the deep eyes
There heads move closer in the darkness
And the soft caress sends shockwaves
Moist lips touch mingling in gentle stillness
Yet as soon as it begins it ends
And we linger, wishing it would never stop.
Is it all right to come back for more?
The soft lips touch the cheeks again and again
Yes, let the quivering nervous lips touch again
Do not ever let it stop
But when it is over you sit again
Crimson cheeks touching.