Made Up, On The Spot. Poem by Mylicia D'angelo

Lips of the past
That i have kissed
Have always felt the same:
Warm,
Tasteless,
And always pressed
Hard
Against my own

I would like a new kiss,
One that i've never had before.
One by a person that'd leave
Such a tasty and delicious
Flavor on my lips that
It would linger for days.

If only a kiss like this existed
Where it left such an intense
Feeling, that if you closed your eyes
You could almost feel that kiss again...
So gentle,
Like a flower brushed
Upon the lips of an angel
So perfect,
Like the one who gave the kiss.
And so undescribable,
Like the kind you have absoluely no words for.

Oh, how terrible
This feels to want something
That could never REALLY exist.