Marisa Moynihan Poet Romanticism

Suprised By a Kiss

He raised his arms in front of me in a stance. 

Hoping for a hug, as my side met his hand. 

Instead of a friendly gesture of the touch.

I lingered and wanted more, oh so much. 

I faked for a hug and pushed him close. 

The feel of his lips is what I wanted most. 

As I drew him near and felt his space.

I took all the love, the glory, and breathed in such grace.

The static off our lips made sparks fly. 

Leaving me praying for this moment to never die.

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Poet Destroyer A October 30, 2013 at 9:31 PM Hi Marisa, oooo... what a lovely and passionate moment. such a sweet surprise.. thank you for sharing the dreamy write... LINDA

Ken Carroll August 26, 2013 at 8:26 PM Hi Marisa, A sensual write as kisses are so magical.. Ken..

Poet Tacito July 30, 2013 at 1:16 PM Such a beautiful thing! I know these feelings very well. Oh, be sure to change "stands" to "stance". :) Great capture of a charming moment! Marisa Moynihan July 31, 2013 at 4:57 PM Thank you for correcting me.