A French kiss gently caresses this cheek
Sweet and sensual, ever so slightly it reaches deep
Brief, slick yet pregnant with things not yet said
A kiss delivered by lips so rosy, luscious and warm
Traveling across lines and territories uncharted even by ancient Greeks
A kiss to die for
From one so pure
Lips not so sure
Trembles and asks for more
Lips breaks out on a spur
To connect with another at its core
Oh bliss! What a score
Never again a bore
As lips offer so much more
Then it all becomes an eye-sore
When a French kiss becomes so raw.
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We speak to each other from spaces shrunk and cramped
In coded tongues, deciphered and relayed by nerves all scamps
Silent desires unspoken
Oozes forth like molten lava from far-off Makushin
Hot breath on the cheek betrays
Desire so strong, complicated and unconsummated
The scent of the chase
Is rolled up under the gaze
Which lies buried beneath the flowery shawl
Well hidden and shielded from all
A French kiss anxious to give
That the mind can veer out several yards on a limb
AWOL without leave.
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Kiss me please,
No! Not like that please,
Perfunctory and without warmth
No! Not what I need from lips so sensual and warm
Kiss me please,
Yes,
Oh No!
Not a French Kiss.
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Merci
July 2, 2011
