Kiss Poem by Paul Butters

I kiss your lips and enter heaven:
Soft as sand and warm as Devon.

I'm taken out of my body
Down a long dark tunnel.
Your lips to me are lingering trunnels.
I go into a bright black hole,
Almost losing my soul:

Just wish this kiss
Would last for ever.
It's something I
Don't want to sever.

But there we've done.
Oh what a crime.
We'll have to wait
Until next time.

© PB 3\9\2017 (2nd poem of the day) .1st stanza split into two and slightly re-arranged 4\9.