HIS KISS. . . . .

Written by: Jennifer Jeyashri Anthony Alex

Playing on my neck,
with the tip of his tongue,
his kiss with his lips, 
like a bee it has stung,
breathing on my back,
causing fire on my skin,
bringing me to heaven,
so long it has been,
keeping our lips intact,
exploring deep,
deep into each other,
it flames in me,
in me as fire,
his tongue trying to terrorize,
giving my body a surprise,
my nights they seek,
the pleasure at the peak,
being by his side,
as his bride,
nothing will go wrong,
because,
my love for him is right. . . .