Apogee
I usually make the first move. Nuzzle the neck. Exhale, slightly-heavy. Lips graze. Bite down on the collar bone. Slip my hand up the throat. Make it impossible for mouth to not move to meet mouth. Make it the only thing either of us can think about. Impossible for eye to eye contact to not end in eruption-collision. But you were different. Ache. Throb. Ache. We sat still. Ache. Throb. Ache. I held your hand. Fingers laced in front of our faces. Fingers tracing fingers in front of our faces. Slow. Too steady. Burning. Burning. Timing-protracted. Ache. Throb. Ache. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Hold. Hold. Hold. And nothing. Breath hitched in throat. And nothing. Nothing. Always nothing. My hand squeezed yours in defeat. Quick pressure. Stalemate-resignation. I pulled back. Ready to take my loss. And just as I reached the edge of out-of-your-reach, your hand found the back of my neck. Your mouth meeting mine in starvation. Pressing. Scrambling. Fervent. It was fevered pulse of waiting. Violent rush of can’t-get-enough. It was hands and skin and teeth to teeth. Scratching, grasping. Graceful lacking. Heat-swelling. Buzzing relief of culmination. It was feed-me-full. Satiate. Let you mine the truth from my mouth.
Perpetual First Kiss
Sunlight’s first kiss
Dawn awakens daydreams
Silk threaded stitch
Mends the edge of Eve’s seam
Sun spills resplendence
Ten thousand soft lips
Champagne effervescence
Gold chalice we sip
Soirée of ages
Moon flush with Sun’s kiss
Dwelt in mansions, each phase
Milk-white streams of Sun’s bliss
Sunlight we miss
Every day, though, anew
Granting starlight’s first wish
Kissing morning’s fresh dew
osculation
bent closer to her,
fingers reaching
toward her neck
she tilts, shifts ever so
gently~ slightly and
i lean some more.
then look with a tease,
she places her hands
around my neck.....
pulls me just inches,
for a kiss right on
my forehead......
she makes her way,
after some time now
carefully kissin’ my nose
i wonder what she’s upto,
she looks into my eyes-
she’s driving me crazy...
with her index finger,
she begins to discover
‘n’ trace my lips..
i try to say something,
but she tells me to ‘hush’
hmm, i won’t disobey.
she grins and kisses,
both of my cheeks....
what is she planning?
after all her games
she chuckles, her lips press
right on mine— @ (long) last!
#osculation
kissed
warmth upon my face
lights up my heart, my soul
radiates back at you
a mutual miracle, we dance
carefully, for you are hot
and wont let me love you
for long. a song about you
plays on the radio, and I
sing along, hoping you'll hear me
from so far away. if my childish wish
came true, you'd stay
all day, and burn the cold
from my thoughts.
you'd be the sun
and kiss me all over
again and again
each time like the first
The First With Him
I wasn’t experienced but I had kissed others before. But from the first time we met, everything felt magical, exciting, and new. We had danced around flirtatiously for weeks, me putting him off due to my own insecunities. I finally said yes and the first date was chaste, yet romantic. We went out to dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant and then back to his place to watch a movie. Holding hands on the couch, I felt alive, chemistry, and attraction pulsing through me. After the movie, he drives me home walking me to my porch. He bends down, giving me a simple, chaste kiss on the lips. Not enough to overwhelm me but to leave me wanting more. This was the first time it felt natural, not awkward or even repulsive, as kisses from others had in the past. With him, for the first time, I could see and wanted to experience more than kissing.
it’s all the same
I have read to much and not enough love stories. I read first kisses that felt like forever, like fireworks burning in the night sky. First kisses that were perfect, full of passion of love.
This one is not like that all.
But it starts all the same. However, the rest of the story is unspoken, unwritten, lost to shadows of history men. You must remember even as everyone does not,
tangled in a far, far away dream whispers of long-forgotten touch of fingers
against your skin, sun-kissed burns that had turned cold over time. You must remember:
never, never forget the sun is too a star
never, never forget the moon has no light for itself, it shines on stolen light
never, never forget, drowning in intangible fever-dreams,
the wolf wrapped in sheep’s clothing.
Never forget-
lips sharp, soft and red-stained. lips hungry, open and devouring. starved, storm-roaring eyes wide-open and hands gripping nothing, yet everything. first kiss in the silence, heavy and cutting; the suffocating, burning sensation in your throat. meeting halfway in the aftermath. a lick of a fading fire. black smoke in the lungs. unspoken words caught in the hard lines of mouths. a stare of empty love. loud voices trapped in shivering fingers, in hands reaching out. in hands meeting halfway.
It had started like kisses in stories I read. Of the man under the moonlight, of the secret, forbidden love.
But no one had told me of the wolf. Of lips so red and full of blood stealing all the breath in my lungs. The burning, itching sensation in your throat. The screaming of wanting OUT! But you can’t escape those lips, those eyes. The feeling of drowning under crashing waves, strangling under love. Love heh, what love? There was only lust here, love being mistaken for lust. Meeting halfway in the night, and being cut off before you delve deeper because their voices of His is too loud and too full of something you don’t want to know.
Don’t dig deeper, the wolf will catch you in its sharp fangs.
The first touch of lips feels like forever only it’s not, it’s feeling of your nerves on electricity, the first taste of pleasure blinding everything, it’s the illusion of forever. There’s no forever here, there’s no fairytale.
QUESTION: What was your first kiss like?
ANSWER: Darling, it’s all the same; the wolf wrapped in sheep’s clothing. Lies and illusions of expectations blinding the cutting, brutal truth.
You must remember even as everyone forgets.