A kiss, I miss.
Fucking is over-rated.
A well oiled palm,
Or well greased purse,
can release a million sperms.
But,
A kiss, a kiss?
I miss.
If only to make my heart,
skip one beat.
What for those lips,
then?
They serve no purpose.
To smile? Outline teeth? Frown?
:) :( :'(
can do that these days.
What four those lips,
If not to only,
Only to kiss?
Transfer bits and bytes,
Of soul.
Eyes closed.
Mouth freshened.
Refreshened.
A tremor.
Two tremors.
An earthquake.
A hint of taste.
From tips of tongue.
From when we were young.
A dream, a dream...
A fantasy.
Breath paused, pulse pulsating.
Racing.
Calcium. Your enamel.
And we're not even naked, yet?
Perhaps we are.
I love that you don't wear lipstick.
Orgasm has a make.
It can be fake.
But, a kiss? A kiss?
Nope. Never.
See, there...
My heart did miss its cautious beat.
Aaah. Your kiss, your kiss.
Your kiss.
I miss.
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