Moist

Have you ever felt
The deep,
Incessant,
Alluring,
Power of
Anticipation?

Something so close…

So afresh…

So tempting.

Your mind
Constructs
The sensual
Scene,

Of satiation

For whatever

Is the near,

The now…

Soon,
So soon
To be consumed.

And so it was
For me,
Anticipating
That first kiss…

With you.

Conspicuously luscious?

My mind fantasizes…
“Yes.”

Singularly beautiful?

My mind fantasizes…
“Yes.”

Deeply enticing?

My mind fantasizes…
“Yes.”

But then…

You drew me close,
For the first time,
In the waning moments
Of twilight,

And our lips…

Touched.

Conspicuously luscious?
Yes.

Singularly beautiful?
Yes.

Deeply enticing?
Yes.

But what struck me
Was so much more
Fundamental…

And physical.

To this day,
As I look back on that
Special,

So special moment

Of our first kiss,

I remember
How personal
It was.

I remember
The warmth
Of your lips.

I remember
The taste of your lips.

And beyond all,
Your lips being
So moist,

So luxuriously,

Moist.

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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