One Kiss

There is but one kiss
The first kiss
Only that one ~ savored more fully
With each returning brush
Of lips intent
On recapturing the moment and pleasure
Of the first
Like the taste of wine remembered
On a lovers tongue ~ the wet warmth of desire
Sensual and yearning…
We clash again and again
Lips hungry,
Hoping to find that moment
Now lost
Wherein we were awakened
By the gift
Of that first kiss...

That I desire you…
That my entire being is impassioned
By the hope of your soft lips
Brushing mine
Should come as no surprise
For I am compelled to reach for you
I am tortured by separation, and
Bound without remedy
To the promise
Of our first and only…
Our last and eternal kiss...


ELAshley
--On St. Valentines Day, 2002