A Kiss-Short Story Poem by Paul Butters

((Slightly amended. Written for 'The Dropout' story project. Inspired by a scene in a telly western)) .

'May I kiss you? ' John asked timidly, fearing that she would say, 'No! '

She looked into his questioning eyes and perceived a glint of fear...

'Yes, ' she answered softly...

As he approached she presented her lips, spread full as a target of attraction, deliberately relaxed. Her eyes twinkled welcome, her lips shone smooth like reflecting water, half smiling in contented anticipation. Inches away her glowing face loomed like a planet, then those cherry red lips sprang to make capture.

Together they pressed: soft springy cushions of fire caressed his lips in a passionate embrace.

(W)and © 1970.