What's STEM without a little STEAM?

Your kiss…

Now where do I start?

They say it’s probably molecular

A compatibility assay of pheromones and microbes.

They say mouths

Are the ultimate outer erogenous zone

Piled high with nerve endings

An urgent and direct signal to the somatosensory cortex.

I can assure you

That none of that is true

When it is the wrong kiss

Or the wrong kisser.

At best it is a not-unpleasant kindness

At worst a slobbering horror.

Your kiss

Unexpected though it was

And as much as I thought you’d surely fail,

Sent tongues of silver fire licking through veins.

Your kiss softened my entire being

Into a risen dough that desired some heavy hands.

Your kiss made my soul float

Into the inky night sky like feathers.

Mostly I want kisses to stop

But men will go on forever

Getting worse by the second.

Very quickly there is too much invasion

Too much tongue

Too much wetness.

Your kiss just got better

Suddenly deep enough to make my body open

But then lightly giving me a chance to consider

Then soft and firm echoing your touch.

It was never a demand

And always an invitation.

I walked away that night

Finally

Realising why people like kissing so much.