There's a certain
Spontaneity
In the art of a kiss
One has to be witty
Smooth
And thoughtful
About the sacred act
One has to envelop themselves in the moment
Completely
Breathe in the silence
See the glow in her eyes
Lean in
Ever so slowly
Slowly now,
Easy...
One can't be too rapid
Or quick
She might fret
And run off
Easy now...
Gently...
With a palm on her cheek

Ah
There you go

You've kissed her
With precision and art
Yet with a mark of Spontaneity
That only she sees
In your vicious art.