The Kiss

Copyright © March 15, 2002 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved

To see your face again,
face to face.

To touch your sweet soft skin,
flesh sears flesh.

You press your lips to mine.,
and a flood of emotions unwind.

Your tongue comes out 
and does meet mine,
as they frolic and play.

My lips know of
the sweet sweet tastes,
as you steal my tongue away,
and then my turn, it comes.

To know your body 
inch by inch,
as you too know of mine.

The hours they do pass,
and we are almost there
again and again.

I’m coming to meet you 
and meet your needs,
again and again,

in perfect time
I come for you,
as you do come for me.

No time to smoke cause we’re not done,
it’s time to start round three.