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A FRENCH KISS

shaiontheprowl by shaiontheprowl
December 6, 2012
in POETRY
Reading Time: 2 mins read

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

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