The Kiss

I sit on the floor watching her laugh,
My last joke hanging in the air with her giggles.
I love to watch her eyes and see her smile,
But it her kiss that drives me to see her.
I lean in close after her giggles have subsided,
And slowly move my lips close to her.
I see her eyes close as our lips connect,
Preparing for the entanglement of our lips.
Her lips slowly brush mine tasting sweet,
The sweetness only greater as our lips come together.
As we connect we release and come back for more,
The sweetness only getting greater as we kiss more.
I feel her tongue lightly play with mine,
A symphony of sensual and sexy playing in my head.
He lips feel like home more and more as we dance,
Our lips waltzing with each other drawing more closer.
She breaks the sweet embrace as I come for more,
Knowing she teases me to come back later to try again.
Who knew kissing could be such an exercise in life,
Lips dancing and such degrees of sensuality present?
A good kiss is like the first time you eat ice cream,
Good the first time and every time there after.
No matter how much you eat it and lick it,
The feeling never goes away and the experience is good.
It holds true for her soft and tender lips moving against mine,
Good the first time and every time after.
I move back in for another one of her waltzing kisses,
My arms around her head and our lips dancing to their own beat….