The Kissing Game

 

The bus stop was deserted when we dived in from the rain,
we shivered as we stood there, but had no breath left to complain,
for lips met lips in search of warmth and would not yield their gain,
those lips were very much possessed of passions we could never tame.
 
And as we blended body heat, the wind and rain were heard,
we heard it drumming on the roof, but both our hearts concurred,
the only thing that mattered was that we were quite alone,
so when a bus came in an hour or so, we finally went home.
 
Young love is often spent that way, stolen kisses every day,
but don't imagine a time will come when true love fails to play,
for in the older folk you see, their hearts and minds retain,
the wishes for warm company and a chance to play the kissing game...
 
©Rhumour
February 14th 2012

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