I wish I could kiss you... right now.
Oh, I'm such a good kisser, don’t you know it!
Imagine me standing oh so close to you,
looking down at you, gazing into your eyes...
What were we talking about?
Both falling silent as a knowing look is felt between us,
and as if compelled by some unseen force.
You find yourself being pulled against me.
You feel my arms wrap around you
like your favourite quilt.
The sensation is one of
overwhelming complete relief
simultaneously mixed
with electrified excitement.
We take a moment to enjoy one another's face
from such close proximity.
Neither of us feels an ounce of reservation.
It's as if it was always meant to be,
and there is no shame in that.
Finding your eyes once I again,
I let you observe my gaze trail down
to your delicious looking lips
as I lightly bite my own.
Then my mouth is upon yours.
We kiss so sweetly,
as we both spread out on couch.
What a kiss is that!
Yes, I think you can easily identify it...
Whether literal or figurative, the imagery is the same.
Fantasy and impossible dreams melding together,
constructing an even more impossible reality
which is by its own definition a fallacy.
Somehow, the few instances of intensity
override the mundane and routine.
It is the logically-minded individual’s
worst nightmare.
Could be Saturn... or maybe Pluto.
It is the "something" that changes everything.
It is the element that was missing,
yet always in wait.
Hinting at its very existence
while denying it, simultaneously.
The ultimate self-delusion.
Neptunian dissolution.