Kiss By T. Alisha Rogers

There is a prelude which exists

A dance that twirls with turns and twists

Be attentive,  the description is this

A brush of the hand with gentle finger tips

Lightly gliding down the arm caressing the skin

Step in closer, raise the chin, hesitate

Touch each other gently cheek to cheek

Lips glide slowly along the shoulders, the neck

Inhale the fragrance of their essence

Their bodies, their sex

Arms reach forward, explore, embrace

The anticipation grows, it builds, hearts race

The time has come, the time to taste

Soft meets warm, electric, like fire

The succulence, the sweetness

The intensity, the desire

Seductively, unyielding

Passionately unquiet

Induldge in this thing,

This forbidden bliss

Engraved in the soul

The euphoria of the Kiss