The Kiss

It started so tentatively.

Arms reaching awkwardly,

a frisson of fear until

her arms respond.

A nervous coming together of lips,

which then part

to allow a hesitant foray

past the confines of teeth.

And relax,

as tongues begin to twine,

at first timidly,

then with increasing confidence.

Gradually, the embrace becomes tighter,

yet more comfortable,

bodies almost merging

in their desire to be closer.

Awareness of surroundings fade,

as external perceptions retreat

into wanting,

needing,

nothing but

the kiss.

◄ Theresa May Not

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Trevor Alexander

Fri 28th Dec 2018 17:21

I've been struggling over the last few weeks Brian, so I tried writing to some prompts. This was one.

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Brian Maryon

Fri 28th Dec 2018 16:49

Different to the norm Trev...another string to your bow or a new direction?

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