The Kiss

You look into my eyes__

My breath stops

as my heartbeat quickens.

Your hand brushes my hair

behind my ear.

I tremble as you

pull me close.

I shiver from the heat

of your body against mine.

Your lips come close__

soft as the wings of a butterfly

they brush against mine.

Teasing gently__

your tongue glides across my lower lip.

I sigh.

I feel your breath

so warm, so sweet.

Your teeth nibble lightly

at the softness of my lips

before your tongue

invades the warm moistness inside.

I moan.

The kiss deepens,

my tongue finds yours__

they curl and swirl

together

in some sort of primitive dance.

A low growl escapes your throat.

My head spins__

I’m transported

to a sensual realm,

Never wanting to return.

The Kiss.

Our first.

Copyright Elizabeth Melton Parsons