Kiss
Wind blowing in my hair
The breeze gently caresses my body
I feel as if I’m not here
My body feels weak
My knees are shaking
The intensity I feel
Is making
Me vulnerable
To uncontrollable
Movements
As my right leg goes up
No longer acquainted with resistance
I’m in non-existence
With myself
Love has taken over
I’m drawn in by its power
The strength from it
I let it devour
My mind, body, and soul
Entangled in a web of desire
I feel the fire
The flames burn higher and higher
I start to overheat
I’m weak
But I yearn for more
Of this piercing sensation
Your body pressed against mine
My heart is racing
Trying to catch up to your love
So much, so fast
Each one better than the last
For future time and generations past
Nothing beats the timelessness of a great
Kiss.
Copyright © Latosha Mitchell | Year Posted 2014
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