A kiss can speak miles. The right energy can leave your lips lingering for theirs over and over, like a drug you can’t get enough of. A kiss can have you so submerged you forget the surrounding world around you. A kiss can leave your mind on that and only that. The way you kiss me is a poem about the kisses that leave you always asking, “just one more.”
The morning sun peaks through the curtains,
legs intertwined.
Without opening eyes,
my lips search for yours.
Soft, delicate,
Smiling in between each peck.
10:22,
your lips taste of coffee and hazlenut.
I memorized the way you take your coffee,
just by the taste lingering off of your lips.
With every encounter,
electricity surges through my veins.
An energy my mind,
had yet to be engaged with.
I guess it’s the way you kiss me,
that tells the story of us.