Art of a Kiss
A poem
We were so twisted when we kissed
He repeated it in my ear
Over and over again
As Bacardi rum-filled my nose
Wonder if he noticed when I kissed him
He tried to lay his arm under my head
But I preferred his head on my chest, and he seemed good like that
Breathing heavily from lack of sleep
I massaged his head with my fingertips
In heaven, I was as I moved him on his back
And I watched him as he slept
Massaging cervices
And he didn’t even flinch
And when I kissed him
I lightly bit his bottom lip
And then gently kissed his neck
His forehead was next
I took a bite of his ear lobe
He slightly awoke rubbing my back
I asked if he was ok
He replied half-sleep yes
I placed my head on his chest
And listened for his heartbeat
Wonder if he noticed when I told him
I was falling. for him
Positions switched
I knelt before him
And kissed him even though he was mad
I kissed him and continued
And he let go….
Wonder if he noticed
I had fallen for him
When I brought my face close to his
And kissed his forbidden lips
Lightly biting the bottom
Then whispering something in his ear
That my mind can’t seem to remember
I slowly moved back and just looked into them deep brown eyes
As if to say tame me
I will rebel against you
Are you up for the challenge?
Give me kisses
Déme los besos
Déme el papá de los besos
Mi cabeza está loca para usted
Mi corazón está derritiendo para usted
And I can’t stop it
Wouldn’t want to
Because with pain is pleasure
And with rejection comes acceptance
So take my kisses as the realness
And I’ll take yours as I sign
That you might care






