We had kissed
And that taste is still there,
It has not been replaced
Not by another woman, or even by a dare.
I still remember tasting her lips
As if they were a very fine red wine,
And I kept my eyes closed for the pleasure
How I still wished that she still was mine.
Though that was so many years ago
When that last kiss was unto me given,
I now don't need or want any kisses anymore
No longer am I love driven.
I now still think that upon my very lips
A secret is still there held,
Even when after my lips will have gone dry
That love was never expelled.
I truly once had loved a woman
Then her and I emotionally kissed,
She is now forever gone
But, that affection from her will be forever missed.
That was indeed my very last kiss
No more will I ever need or want to receive,
I do not want anymore kisses
Unto me they were just used to deceive.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem