One kiss, two
all the more to feel the fall
pulled passion in
the taste
of her mouth, teeth, lips, spit, tongue.
one, two, more
I ran my tongue into her as she did me
with the frantic need
to ingest a part of each other
my tongue searched in her flavor and I
swallowed and wanted more
What was it now, nine kisses?
and I already could not get enough
of her into me.
She ****** my tongue
my mouth with her's and
let me feed from her
the taste of her
inside me, swallowing
easy to savor, that taste ALL unique
all hers and needing more
all of me joining ranks
forming that more-perfect
union of want.
Nine kisses with her and
I readied to taste her blood
run away cold
grow old
marry
****, breed, honor, punish
love, hold, bathe, force, give.
Obsession is a
powerful word
a disease of the brain
but nine kisses
her kisses, sexed kisses and kissing
and I had no disease
of anyone's analysis
my body moving along on auto
my mind rational but falling
needing to push to pull to feel
to be absorbed all by her
the drive to the
act of procreation,
recreation, loving, *******
normal desire, frantic need
to push in,
open up
mix.
Obsession?
Or rather chemical emulsions,
******
response
to the right
nine kisses.