you never kissed me
even though i'd kissed your lips a thousand times and more
but only in my dreams
sweet lips of yours
pressed to mine
swollen from the passion between us
the lust that filled our hearts
spread like a poison
like a forbidden fruit
filling the inside of my body with warmth
the fire
burning out every possible doubt
erasing every memory i had
until i was blank
like a canvas
ready for the painter's first brushstroke