The warm expression or just the suggestion
Of the connection? It Keeps one guessing.
Your lips touch me like a blessing,
An anointing when caressing.
Some see the twinkle in your eye,
I think that it's a lie
Because when you smile at me
I swear I see the galaxy.
Honey sweet when you speak
I swore your inner cheek was a Georgia peach.
Close your eyes so you don't see me
Your tongue is like the flavor of Kiwi.
Along with the flavors I savors the feelings you're transmitting.
I know I was submitting hoping that you're getting,
The same passion that I am admitting.
Lock jaws hard to be quitting
Stuck together like fabrics when knitting.
To me, everything is fitting.
First standing, but knees weak, forced to sitting.
Our mental force having repeated intercourse.
Deeper into the Cranberry twist of abyss,
I believe a kiss is not just a kiss.
By: MarQuai R. Moss