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.
Copyright © Marisa Moynihan | Year Posted 2013
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