A KISS

And then there was bliss--

Pleasure left by a slowly yielding kiss.

Ah! the lissome touch of it there and after,

Has been dealt over and over--

And I am nobody to differ

            In a matter like this---

         ---"Describing a Kiss!"

To feel the touch of her, her heaving bosom,

The poignant tongue, and the ever-caressing lips---

Oh! To taste her with our heads tilted,

My fingers keep sinking in her hair (sweet smelling!)

The last look in her eyes (Oceans, they are!)

                    Before each pair close---

                    Sigh! Moments of ecstasy are those--

To feel her submit and melt in my arms,

To embrace and to get lost in her charms--

She reclines, arching her back

Her hair hangs---She rests a hand on the old book-stack;

And dust rises and envelopes the room

The kiss still lasts, in this mystified gloom.

Love perhaps, but last profound,

With which, two bodies are bound...

No shame--name--apprehension or hidden desire

Together, just to light life's fire

  And then she would open her eyes and look in mine for a while,

       Throwing the last punctuation, as always, a shy and tender smile.