His kiss was
of the supple kind
the warmth and
the tenderness
the mysterious pleasure,
like no other.
And sweet it was
when i tasted his
lips,
honey like
and buttery,
pursed and ripe.
The need, the hunger
as nourishment...
sustaining life itself.
His passion
grabbed my soul
and
triggered emotions
un seemingly possible,
then a sigh
heard,
from deep within
gratifying a curiosity...
ours
and so,
an affair
of the lips.