The Kiss
Breathless, panting, and flushed with desire,
Trembling, yearning, aching with want, I fist
Your long dirty hair in my hand and yank your head towards
My mouth.
The space around us is electrically charged,
As if we were the very eye of the storm,
I slice my tongue out of my full painted lips,
To touch your whiskey drenched mouth.
I'm immediately drunk.
I kiss you.
I kiss you like you are my life.
Everything falls away.
There is complete silence.
Only our lips.
Only us.
Only Need.
J. Scears
