First Kiss

Hunger…

Heart thunders

The soft perfect curves of your smile

A lipstick paradise...

In your eyes: want, need... surrender…

I brush a hand softly across your cheek

Coaxing you forward, gently, slowly… near

Our lips touch, yet barely, tantalizingly…

Pressure rising, building

An electric fire burns in my soul with delicious heat

Lips colliding, teasing, pulling

I pull back slowly as I bite gently on your lip…

Again I am prisoner to our desire, drawn in again,

Yielding nothing yet yielding all...

Tongues touch, taste, engage, coalesce, molten liquid softness

Though touched only by your lips, I feel you, everywhere, everywhere

Like a storm of butterflies…

I lose myself in our first kiss, a first, simple kiss…

Devouring?

Consuming?

Never!

… To become one…