Osculate.
To kiss.
An innocent brush
Of two lovers’ lips

A glance into
The other’s wide eyes
A sharp intake of breath
Soft fingers on cheeks

The first taste is always
The purest of all
A gasp against mouth
The tugging of hair

There will never be enough
Not even after you’re out
Of precious breaths
For the best kinds of love and passion,
Steals the air out of your lungs

Yet it will be easy,
As simple as breathing
Just with a new kind of oxygen
The best one we know

Obliterate.
Destroying all
That is innocent
Two sinful souls
Uniting into one

Heavy breaths and
Pleasured gasps
Fingers sliding
Against smooth skin

And the time comes
It’s a giant explosion
The strongest of all
Known human emotions

Osculate.
A simple kiss.
A promising brush
Of two lovers’ lips.