First Kiss
My first kiss was supposed to be GrandI was supposed to kiss him deeply and passionately Or sweet and slowOur hands were supposed to tangle in each others hairI was supposed to feel the butterflies wash away In a sea of sparkling firecrackersI was supposed to stare into his eyes No longer with pained longing But with content and fulfillmentWe were supposed to grin like the fools we areBut my f...
Our First Kiss
Every bit of anxiety Suddenly lifted from me The moment he placed his hands upon my waist And began to give my lips a taste His tenderness seeped into my soul Giving me new hope to hold The intimacy we shared in a few moments Unmatched by a lifetime of leaving myself open The way he grasped me, held me close and tight Made everything in that moment feel so rightThe way his body felt against min...
first kiss
our lips touch a wave of pure ecstasy pulsations of blissfulnessi feel one and complete your love crashes upon me, like waves on a seashore and our souls shall now intertwine, timeless and forevermore.
Fireworks
The calm of your hesitant shyness then .. Your sudden instant fearlessness unapologetic in explosion- when you first kissed me
The KiSs
It is a fire burning on a windy daySmoke heading up to the clouds Eyes closed on an open sky Heartbeats on its prime Faster and faster The heat getting more and more consuming Him trying to slow the time down Her trying to be the best game in town Both trying to get the best out of the moment Something not to be forgotten Hands on her hips It is a chest to chest game She closes her fingers behi...
The kiss
It a typical winter day in Paris. It was cold. It was grey. It was sad. I went out for a walk and stopped in front of Le Louvre. I wanted to take a beautiful shot of the pyramid but that day, I wasn't feeling it. It lacked colours, and heat, and the cars wouldn't stop passing by for a second. As I was about to give up, a man and a woman, walking hand in hand, stopped just in front of me, they ...
If he smokes cigarettes
They told me It would tastebitterlike ashbut the first timewe kissedand I tasted his lipsit was nothinglikekissing an ashtrayhe slippedhis tongueinto my mouthand it tastedlike maple syrup on pancakes
(On a sundaymorning)far too sticky sweetfor my own goodwhat they never did saywas that he would feel like fireand the more we kissedthe more I would burn aliveengulfed by his flame
Beach Waves-
The waves kissed the shore again and again and again The waves kissed the shore every second or so to remind her how much she is loved.-pb & poetry