The Kiss

Author: Steven D. Robles

He had waited for this 
For so so long.

A dream, a fantasy 
Come true.

She stands before his eyes.
Angel face!
Prettyface!
A face that seems to encompass
So much;
Warmth, life, energy, and character.

So close.
Her scent intoxicating.

He feels the rush.

He is a freight train,
Barreling down a mountainside,
Trying to grip the rails
Stay grounded.

Brakes are slammed!
Too precious a moment for
An out of control
Locomotive!

He bridles in
His racing heart.

He cocks his head,
Leans forward.
She retreats slightly,
Furtively.
He slowly pursues.

Contact!

He gently brushes
Her soft, tender, Lips.
So full, 
So moist,
Like billowy cumulus clouds,
The feel of which
Is dizzying, disorienting. 

His tongue briefly parts her lips,
sliding from side to side;
gently, tenderly, teasingly.

He follows with several
Short, soft, almost sucking kisses
to fully savor the sweet softness
Of her mouth and lips. 

He reluctantly leaves those
Psychedelic making rose petals,
To gently nuzzle her
Nose with his.

He gently kisses each lovely
window to her soul.
Hoping to touch that soul.

She feels his heaving,
Heavy breathing as 
He tenderly, adoringly, brushes 
Her hair aside.

Her half-closed, 
passion filled eyes
Shine, as they
Look into his, 
As she utters 
The words that 
Flutter his heart:

I love you!