she likes a dry kiss
more friction that way
small pulls of stuck lips
and darted licks
to moisten
always parted
warm shallows
just a brush
a rub
wide sweeps that narrow
tighter still
till
the focus is
a point
merely
a touch
directly over
the bow of Cupid
and only then
will she agree
to silky
wet glissando
© Chagall, 2013
It’s Saturday nite, so have a blast. Tomorrow gives thanks for life.
Alphabet City 
Very sensual!
Oui, tres! —–Chagall
oh , this is just a delicious poem, Chagall. ty.
is there anything more profound than a kiss?
Perhaps the last kiss? —–Chagall
well…that’s another layer of profound isn’t it?
was it planned as a final kiss,
or did it just become the last kiss
because of circimstance?
Situation could be where both apply – while plotting, shit happens! 🙂 —–Chagall
LOL! yeah, it sure does,
the best laid plans and all…:-)