Ian Jones Poet Shape

The Kiss

The                kiss
                                       Sensuous         soft lips
                                Pressed together in passion's name
                            All senses reeling and my heads in a spin
                         I never imagined it would,  could feel like this
                    Don't want to breathe           I'm powerless to resist

                   My heart rate is racing           chest pounding a rhyme
                      The pressure releases, slowly our lips peel apart
                       We open our eyes, we sigh, we smile and then
                             We take a deep breath and do it again
                                         and again, and again
                                               mmmmmmm

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Edlynn Nau June 29, 2016 at 1:59 AM Love the Shapes poems. So much fun and needed this one after the Midge sadness. Good job getting the dizzy feeling and the passion! This was delightful! 7 Ian Jones June 29, 2016 at 2:47 AM Thank you Edlynn. This one was a bit of fun. Glad you liked it.Kind regards Ian