The young kiss tempered my soul
a aromatic amalgamation of doves emblazoned in love
what a fruitful drizzle of warm breath
that began to finger right from the nape to my lips
and when thy lips met mine
there was a volcanic eruption which tongue- tied the two
the passion grew manifold as the lips felt every cell
dunked in rum profusing the seducing high octaves of our souls.
Labels: Kiss, my love, Passion, Poem, reflections, romance