Stolen Kiss
Blood red lipstick etched on the
rim of a glass
Long sought after soft red
succulent lips
Hope against hope it might
actually happen at last
Face firmly clasped by long red
manicured tips.
A sudden probing prompts an
involuntary gasp
Tongue thick with a coat of
cigarettes and scotch
A promise of sensuous
pleasure not known in the past
Two mouths locked in the
throes of a sealed vacuumed
spot
Warm, wet, experienced, so
this is a real grown up kiss
Taken not given, hold tight, go
along for the ride
A soft playful bite prompts a
reflex twitch of the hips
A tight rope over the naughty
and nice divide.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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