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.
