Fireworks fly on the Fourth of July,
a gift to my heart, your lips upon mine.
The sweet taste of sugar mixed with savory spice,
colorful explosions above, our fire in flight.
Bold ecstasy bursts with the power of thunder,
blazing with the passion of a sizzling summer.
Bodies melt together in our heated embrace,
a whirlwind attraction climaxing with fate.
Flames shoot from cannons, lips burn, alive
with intensity, a ravishing desire.
Fire and ice thrill me and race down my spine.
Wild hearts ignite sparks and brighten dark skies.
Exhilaration charged by the brush of a tongue,
lips moist and parted found sparring with love.
Independence Day emancipation, my soul floats free!
Vivid expressions of fireworks fulfill fantasy.
All in the excitement and wonder of a kiss,
flirting with fire, feeling the bliss of sultry mist
On a sizzling night, a soft whisper and sigh
fireworks explode again on the Fourth of July.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 15, 2012
for PDs Kissing Game Contest