one kiss

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* This was the first poem I ever entered into a contest, and it won! (Thank you to poet/judge John Hamilton). It is about a very brief moment, and all that our minds can process in an instant, especially if that instant holds something very special. *

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your silken skin …

gleams opaline …
bathed in Luna's soft wash of cornflower
like a porcelain Madonna by Michelangelo conjured to
life by the magic of moonlight …
your eyes open just long enough to affix mine
and affirm I'm in a mode of veneration
(you're casting the line) …
the soft details of your visage above me are
close enough to occupy my entire gaze
but far enough that I
can interpret your every expression
and you're well aware of it
(setting the hook) …
as your gentle sway attends the
cadence of my core, you teasingly open your eyes
just far enough to let me know they're
rolled back in an aspect of rapture
and by seductive design you
nip your lower lip with your teeth and hold it there
(reeling me in - carnal captive) …
the beating catches in
my chest and takes my breath with it
heaving up and arching you with it's wake as
you take advantage of my movement …
my breath finally returns in a
guttural sigh, and as if trading an erotic dialogue
your supple chili pepper lips curve
into a gentle smile, born of the knowledge that
I'm now completely at your mercy …
the spice in your smile freezes my gaze to
your mouth, and my mind's eye
conjures up fresh, plump raspberries and
soft whipped cream, making me
thirst for the nectar-sweet taste of
what's dancing inside …
as if my thoughts were your own
your smile relaxes and parts just enough to
tempt me with the fleshy fruit of
your tongue, and I reach up with my right
hand to the back of your head
(my left hand has its own quarry)
weaving my fingertips through your hair
I pull your head downward as you relax
until your face is just close
enough to be out of reach of mine
and you turn it quickly to the side so it's
completely bathed in moonlight
for you know all too well how that slays me
(the moon painting your skin) …
eyes still closed
the sexy smirk returns to your face
with confirmation (via my sighs)
that your seductive game is having its
desired affect …
repeating the process you turn your
face back toward me and
play pink peek-a-boo with your tongue -
opening your smile just enough to
torment me with it's moist gleam, bouncing playfully
just inside your mouth
as if waiting for it's first taste of
ice cream …
you relax your neck and I tug your
head gently but firmly down again, toward mine
but as before, you turn your face at the
last moment, smile sensuously, and
taunt me with your parted lips -
sugary tongue making more of an
appearance this time …
after tempting me with this ritual, 'juste assez'
you stop one more time just short of
my face, and THIS time it's MY mouth that
stays closed ...
so you softly brush my lips with the tip of
your tongue and wait, as I continue my
feigned role as the 'reluctant lover'
turning the tables of this tottering tease
(if only in my mind) …
but we both know it's all for show -
that you're in complete control of the game
holding all the carnal cards -
you, my Queen of Hearts …
very slowly and deliberately your
eyes finally open and hook with mine
the reflected light of the moon just enough to
sparkle life into that gaze that ruins me
sullen and vulnerable and yours -
yours ...
to the depths of my bare soul
where I can't run or hide or escape the grasp of
your heart on my very being …
where love's visceral truth cries out for
it's own knowledge …
where it longs to be consumed by it's own
passionate hatred for anything that
isn't US …
you giggle, a fiery squeak -
and instantly my breath is gone again
and this time it keeps catching in
my gut as I gasp again-and-again for it's return
but that LQQK holds me boundless
(as boundless as my body holds yours) …
I am drifting, swirling, falling ...
INTO you …
our spirits are now melding so completely that
I almost feel ...

alone

we are so much of one
element that "we" feels like "I" - and it terrifies me ...
how can I be looking into your eyes, and at the
same time feel so completely taken by you
that I AM you ...
and you, I?
I have to close my eyes for an instant -
just long enough to
remember where I am and WHO I am
and when I open them again
yours are closed, (thank heaven)
and my breath finally returns in a massive
surge of adrenaline -
my dopamine-filled blood rushing and
coursing through my body like
music in my marrow
my skin awakening to your tender touch …
I look up at you and that
coy, sexy, knowing smile is still
warming your face
(my reward is close now) …
my hand is still on the back of your head
and I relax my grip just enough to let your
hair fall ...
you shake it gently, so it now
hangs child-like about your face, framing it
like a fallen angel's halo …
very delicately,
I pull your face down toward mine one last time
(still smiling - helpless before you)
and just before your nose touches me
you twist your head slightly to match mine
and your hair falls thickly between
our mouths ...
at long last I am rewarded for my patience
at last you reel in your helpless catch
having driven me to the
very brink, you finally take pity on me
and as your mouth opens I drink you in like a man who has crossed the
desert without water -
spicy smile, raspberry lips, creamy tongue
angel hair, hint of briny-sweet from
your glistening skin -
all are a honey tangle in our mouths
stirred by a love, passion and closeness
unimaginable …
I surrender ...
closing my eyes I give in to it ALL
letting you gather me, plunging -
swimming up the current to your source
willing to do all you wish or bid of me -
I am home, I am complete
I am fulfilled and nourished and quenched
I am yours, absolute …
the fool for …

your kiss.




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Date: 7/29/2025 4:01:00 AM
Wow, Greg! One kiss. A snapshot in time. Perfect.
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