just like every other kiss

allow me for a moment to think
about the precise curve where your ass is defined
the supple suede of thigh, and in gentle in-take of ooh
as my hand rides along that arc
connecting tender to obscene
erotic to beloved
me to you.
yes. do.

allow me for a moment to think
about the blurred flare of life ignited behind
the hard facets of your jade eyes, and careful lust
so desperately concealed along that path
connecting heart to soul
words to truth
me to you.
yes. do.

allow me, please to touch my lips
to yours again, and again
so desperately again to find
faith connecting
lip to lip
me to you.
yes. do.