The Want of Your Kiss


I am driving myself quite mad for the want of your kiss today.
For the pressure of your lips on mine,
Gentle and soft like the brush of dandelion fluff on the air.
Hard and demanding, gulping down my passionate adoration like oxygen.
Bitingly cruel, sadistic in intent,
Bruising my lips so I can feel your mouth on mine for days after we part.
Memories linger, tantalising will-o’- the- wisps
Arousingly vivid yet leaving me yearning for more.
For reality.
For the expectancy in your widened pupils.
For the scent of your embrace.
For the sound of our hitched breaths.
For your mouth solidly locked with mine.
For the taste of igniting lust.
I ardently burn with need,
For your kiss.


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