Kisses Of Death X Poem by Noorie Ali

The kiss is a breath; panting for a touch of air
This kiss is almost a dare
Tempting, desirable sweetened taste
Tongue to tongue twist, saliva embrace.

The toffee’s of the chocked action
Almost an unforgettable attraction
For the creamy truffles; floating in heaven
Let them be: laying in a coma of urges.

Forever they be playing guitars
As they rhyme in riddles of loving love sounds

Mix of loving, love games
A burning of scarlet devilish flames
As they spit in slow-motion till they swallow their Juice
Spitting: “on each cherry-chopstick
She gave him the sweets of death.”