The Kiss

Picture yourself standing in your room

Back to the door

The door opens, u don't have time to turn

U feel a hand touch your bare shoulder

It gently runs down to clasp your wrist

The other goes round your waist

It pulls you closer to the one who entered

A gentle breathe against your left ear

The moistness of a tongue against the lobe

U feel a chill down your spine

A hand moves to gently caress a breast.

You are then turned around

One hand at the small of your back

The other cradling the back of your head

The man kisses you

First on the brow, then the eyes

He gently pulls your head back

Exposing your neck

He kisses you so lightly, yet with passion

Finally, he kisses you on the mouth

Gently at first, just the outer lip

Then, with tenderness, he pushes past the lips

His tongue probing

The hand on your head is shaking with lust

The hand on your back has moved to your thigh, gently stroking

He whispers, "goodnight"

U open your eyes, to find me there

U hold me close, kiss me with fervour

We squeeze each other tight

Then wake up in the morning

Never having left our separate homes

Finding that we had the same dream

The same desire

© 2005, Mosquitobyte