The Kiss

Patricia Phoenix Miller

Copyright 2011



As I walked through the garden of opportunity

I gaze over the terrains of contentment

Dabble in the midst of enjoyment



There was a meal prepared for me to eat

Fruits of flavor

  Nectar bliss

And

      Raspberry surprise



As I dined on silk washed tablecloth

    And sipped wine of honeysuckle

Spread over a palpitate

      Cherry lime delight



I looked up up and I saw your face

  Lips parched from thirst

I watched you as you struggle to find

Your balance,

To find the courage to stand

Weakened by the memory of the

          Kiss

I placed upon your lips

By the stroke of my tongue

Circling every crevice

        Of

Your lips

    As you got closer

My heart began to pound

  You stopped walking

And just stared at me

I wanted to look away

But couldn't

Right here and then was my

  Casablanca Moment

As you drew closer my eyes downloaded

  Every image and movement of you

You were so close to me that I

Felt the heat of your breath

On the skin



You held me close as not to

    Let me go

One hand cruise down my spine gently

Pulling me into quiver-shock

My balance now on a tumultuous

Landscape of

Insatiable appeal

There was no where for me to run

I was locked in your embrace



Cradled by your body

Hypnotized by your stare

  Weakened by your touch,

Delighted by your musk,

As harmonious bolts of lightening

Surge through

    Every cell and fiber of my being

With such intensity that

I heard the clamor



Of

The lioness-kitty roar

Her words could not be translated

Or even dissipated

Only the one who knew?

Of the code that had been imbedded

Over time and centuries



Could unlock

The secrets of ancient ruins

Not with money,

Or fame as if something to attain

But

With the sweetest hunger,

Brightened

Our twilight flight

The Kiss

From you

    Erupts,

Felicity bliss,

Sensual fervor.

  Atmospheric delight

      And

Passion juices...