One Small Kiss Poem by Concetta Salter

I felt his kiss upon my cheek.
How magical it felt.
Such an innocent kiss,
Never would I have thought,
It could make me feel such passion.
Now I know it matters not how small the kiss,
Rather the man who delivers it.
My breathing is choppy.
And I feel like I’m surely melting.
I shyly dare a glance at him.
I’m hoping for another kiss.
No matter how small or brief.
He smiles a sweet smile.
And I feel the tingles start.
He touches his thumb to the cheek he kissed.
And amazingly it feels just as good.
Now I know, it matters not the part of his flesh that touches me,
Just as long as it’s his flesh.
He looks at me shyly and stutters out words.
Now I know, it maters not, the way that words are spoke,
As long as it’s his voice that I am hearing.
He tells me he loves me, in the most awkward way.
Now I know it matters not, the way someone confesses love.
As long as it’s him, who is telling me he loves me.