My hands tangled in your hair,
Your nose bent across mine,
My eyelashes brush yours,
A tense,
Yet soft,
Hand cupping my face,
Your soft lips,
Lightly touch mine,
A shiver,
Sent down my spine,
Lips interlock,
I,
Return, tongue grazing your lips.
Waiting for approval,
A smile,
Creeps across you lips,
And your lips part,
We get lost,
Filling with love,
Longing for compassion,
This is how,
A kiss should feel.
