Kisses
Soft kisses, sweet kisses.
How hungry he is for them.
He sees the smile curling from her lips
and he wants to taste its flavor.
He wants to kiss the crook of her smile,
the real one she shares when nobody is looking.
He awakes, his mouth already wet
tasting rough kisses.
He can feel her heartbeating
frantically against his chest,
his mouth stealing her breath
as her hands clutch him close
one more kiss closer to death.
He is like a found man
renewing himself by the simple act
of melding mouth to mouth.
Take me in he prays,
swallow me and let me nourish you.
Lovely girl, his lust sings
hear me and when you next open your eyes
you will look at me with wonder instead of fear.
When he fully awakens it is to her last gasp of fight
he raises his head to see her love
and finds his kiss went lower than her mouth
and he has welcomed a new love to the night.
Copyright © Rachael Hood | Year Posted 2013
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