The Kiss
As crushed pearl does lustre
Before the candle’s glow,
So you appear unto me
A perfectly arranged tableau.
Should I reach out a finger?
Do I dare touch your arm?
Allow myself to be smitten
By your endearing charm?
Might I enjoy the trembling
Of our timorous selves?
My flaming skin a tangled mess
Of ever-responsive nerves.
Should I allow my eyes to droop
My chin on chest to rest?
As I endure the progression of
Your nails across my breast.
Will your fingers find my chin
And raise mine sight to yours?
So I might in your glory bask
Innocent of all my flaws?
With wetted lip and sliding tongue
Soft pink seduction I await.
Expectant, breathy, eyes squeezed shut;
Your self-blinded date.
The warmth of breath across my face,
Our delicate nasal kiss,
My open mouth, your dancing tongue,
Chaperone me into bliss.
Smoke and wine and pheromones
Invade my throbbing mind.
As aching need does find a mate,
Separate tableaus become entwined.