The initial kiss; the burning rush.
The softest lips with the hottest touch.
Waves of ecstasy crashing overhead,
Washing away every thought in my head.
Raptured in your sweet embrace,
Forever yearning for another taste.
Keeping me locked within your stare,
Forgetting how to breathe; gasping for air.
Pull me closer.
A little closer.
Together we resemble a field of four-leaf clovers.