Incense Of Addiction Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Our passion ignited.
Held tightly by a cylinder of paper,
Our favorite meeting place was each others lips.
Free from everything that existed outside of us.
Exploring the height felt between us two.
Seduced by the fragrance of lips,
We became each others addiction.
Our face honest with the thought of each other.
The feel of her lipstick against me.
The deep breaths of intoxicating infatuation.
Consumed by a single kiss