Often Imagined
Sometimes yearned for with a longing so deep it Unsettles the whole body
Wanton in display by some, unbridled
Trepidation in that first touch of lips by others
More often an empty display in greeting
Bodies charged to react, yet they may replulse
As chemistry can create, yes it can also destroy.
Moving closer like a precision landing
Eyes wide open until the moment
The touch, then closed
As the peach flesh of the lips collide
What happens next..
Only they will know