Which came first - kissing or fire?
Which came first - dance, or the language of love?

Kissing ***, left and right
Feeding on the weak, feeding them sweet nothings
Makes you wonder if they can mean anything truly sweet

Kissing ***, up and down
Feeding on the weak, feeding them fake respect
Makes you wonder if they can truly respect anything

Caught in daydreams
That smolder and burn;
Your lips, they haunt me
And make me yearn
For your sultry eyes,
That tempt and tease,
Sending shivers down my spine-
Pulling me closer,
As nerves push away-
Like the ocean,
I find you divine.
Kay, you said to call you-
O mysterious muse
that captures my eye
To know you and hold you-
The real and the bold you-
My wishes exhaled
On a sigh.

Closing the hurting eyes
Forgetting all the fights and byes
Standing soo close to each other
Mesmerised in that situation heart decided not to bother
Leaning against the wall
With a heartclutch and a great fall
Wrapping each other in their blanket of love
Leaving behind all the other stuff and a months bluff
Engrossed sooo much in each touch
Wanting more and more was a wish such
Grabbing the waist tight with no air to enter
There was a vacuum of their breath in centre
Playing with her entangled hairs that lay on shoulder
All these evocation was sure to be preserved in their hearts folder
Girl placed her arms around his neck without any regret
Which was found to be the best addiction than any smoking cigarette
Slowly and gradually they touched each others lips
Not leaving any chance to skip
Their heart's beating sound was heard amidst their vaccum
They had created their own world with affection and warmth as whirling perfume
Their kiss after kiss grew deep and passionate
Both were stuck to each other just as a magnet
Wet lips, tired eyes and messy hairs
Were the symbol that love was in the air
And there is no such satisfaction anywhere
                                _Lost

Sometimes,
when I am lonely,
I will stare up at the moon
and smile knowing that her
twilight will kiss
you too.

Boy with blue eyes,
Break my heart.
Your plush lips
Are a work of art.
Lost in your scent;
Cool breath, pure smile.
It holds me in place,
Yet makes my heart travel a mile.
Kiss away my tears,
And pull me tight.
If this is wrong,
I don't want to be right.

Kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’
by Michael R. Burch

Kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’
the bees rise
in a dizzy circle of two.
Oh, when I’m with you,
I feel like kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’ too!

Keywords/Tags: bees, kissing, buzzing, dizzy, circle, two, couples, coupling, attraction, ***, nectar, pollen, pollination