Sweetheart,
I'm thriving.

It's impossible for our lips to meet,
just once,
without waiting for their next venture,
and how unreasonable it is
to stop
when your taste lingers:
unforgettable,
demanding,
and desirable.

Oh how I could never leave
your kiss of life,
enchanting,
as it draws me close,
our skin brushing against each other;
and how unforgiving it would be
to let such an organic touch die
without savoring its movements.

Let it be heard,
my love,
that I am truly living.