Saturday, 26 June 2010

SONNET XXX - THREE KISSES

The lips that slip from mine release the tip
of my whip-weary tongue that danced with yours.
You slip it back and hold me in its grip
while your sweet slippery fingertip explores
the wetness that you licked onto my skin,
and places where your kisses haven't been,
your touches drop a promise deep within
that patience places heaven in between
the time when your lips last pulled off of me
and heartbeats til the luscious kiss returns.
Between the two seems like eternity,
an ecstasy where my whole being yearns.
   I've never known a paradise like this.
   My world lost to the promise of a kiss.

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