Your lips I could have kissed again,
I think.... I think-- I know.
I dab at my own, swollen and inflamed.
Lips tender, unashamed.
Still crackling with electricity, with the heat that could exist between only us.
You had held my gaze, steadily and eyes full of emotion.
Our hearts beat, erratically.
Memories leave me dazed; I relax into your salty, soft, passionate ways.