The Kiss

first, eye contact
bright, deep blue, beauty
she tilts her head upward
hesitant, questioning
drawing a deep breath
waiting
delicate tongue moistens full lips
treasure

her scent is life

I lower my head
lips meet
tongues dance
the taste of promise
heat racing through every nerve
emotion beyond emotion
bodies tremble
her hand caresses the back of my neck
her fingers glide through my hair

our lips part
she nips my lower lip
I lean back
her eyes are closed
when they open
they are glazed
drugged with sensuality
softly, she rests her head on my shoulder
a tender fatal blow

knowing true fear
I sell my soul

--by Dreamer32