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Being enraptured by your kiss

Presents the bliss of your tongue

Departing reality and floating

In many pools of admirable qualities

Forms this season of monogamy

Pleasing just one offers the soul

Plenty requesting sovereignty

And delighting in what will unfold

Tempts the nature witin to behold

Something strengthened by this

Sentimental passion of a scroll

That dictates our lives

And falls to give homage

Upon receiving ones taste of elegance


You say the French kiss is best
I say that I will show you the rest
In this poem of how to kiss
Is going to define the bliss
And content needed to
Grow the seeded:
I lay my mouth on yours
I pray my mouth is fresh
My lips tease and kiss your bottom lip
And I gently press on yours to open
Im excited to introduce my tongue
It is short as it just touches yours
Almost to lick it
So my tongue gets longer
and softly rotates around yours
as I pick up yours with it
This rotations is called
“ meeting with the French”
Of what they say is the kiss
And so erotic it becomes
As our tongues greet.


Kissing
My tongue is anxious
To touch yours
As we touch lips
They tell of my hope and soars my desire
So elopes my skill
To the tips of my passion
I long for you as I kiss you
To understand my organs
And my body is equal to this
Manifestation of the thrill
I sit in fashion
To your eyes
But more inside
Is the love I cannot show you
The truth of my heart is
The undying longing for you
As it sits so precious


The kiss
My tongue is anxious
To touch yours
As we touch lips
They tell of my hope and soars my desire
So elopes my skill
To the tips of my passion
I long for you as I kiss you
To understand my organs
And my body is equal to this
Manifestation of the thrill
I sit in fashion
To your eyes
But more inside
Is the love I cannot show you
The truth of my heart is
The undying longing for you
As it sits so precious.


The blossom
She rests in cover, sits
As if she needs to be hidden
Her true empire is how she speaks
So lays the tongue
To her flower
Her majestry
Cures with her lips
And sings with her lungs
She takes the plunge
Into divinity as she
Reasons with the dress
Of color to sit
On her lips


Memories
In tune is how I hear it
So wonderful and in course I see it
Truly defined as a recording so
Perfect, regular and prone to solvent
My solution is in how I kiss
I remember my battles and I tell you now
I exist to love
This is my way.