On the tip of the mat we stood
Poised to dance
Or was it to hug
Any reason so I could hold you.
There I stood, hugging you
Then I looked down into your eyes
Your lips meeting mine
Waves of voluptuous pleasures gushing through my inner cavities
A rhapsody of passion ravaging the chambers of my soul
We stood, we sat, we laid
Lips firmly locked in passionate fervor
Is this nostalgia or novel?
A feeling like I'd never had
Or was it one long lost?
One thing is certain though,
Memories are rarely fondly kept
Like that of the night I kissed you.