"I Could Kiss You..."

...yes...

"I Could Kiss You..."

...and you WOULD feel it
and so would I.

And if I did -
would my kiss add to the silence
as you lie there awake each night
- the silence amidst all the noise
we throw into our existence
and sort
and sort
and sort through
again and again
with each tossing and turning driven night
into day and everyday existence
we breathe and taste so hard inside
and outside until all we can see IS
"...Damn, I was kissed... damn..."

Chris

 

Reviews

[Heather's Musings]

I want to be kissed like that... every day. So sensual, sexy, and with heat. Loved, loved loved!

[olla]

yes.. and then I will want to be kissed again..

[J. J. Nightingale]

Sometimes a kiss IS just a kiss .. by the time we sort all the reasons and whys of all those things that clutter our existence .. We have forgotten to Joy of that moment .. .. Whew and wow .. You are the little thought provoker Chris ! ..

Jazz ..................

[Kesha]

Wow... this was amazing! It's kind of a simple poem with a somewhat complex meaning behind it :) Simply amazing! Nicely done Chris! :)

[Seashell]

Tis true that most of us lie awake and go over it again and again..and yes if it was THAT good.....AGAIN !!!!
I like this topic.
Thanks for sharing and my wonderful reviews...
Babs x

[Shayla Sayer]

... I too, have experienced a kiss like this, one where u lay alone at night and re-experience it, over and over and over again, because... *blush* your soul was caresses by their lips.

[sharonlee]

Damn....

[Kat Collins]

The breathless silence where the world stands still...a pregnant silence...so full of heavy meaning...crushing your breath. It is a moment that obliterates all else...why? what? who? did I? didn't I? yes? no...? maybe...

[Kenneth S.]

Subtle, very subtle Chris.

[Emma Joy]

'To feel the strength of any loving act is to reach a place in Heaven .. ' or some such words written by some such writer.

There are times when we know something can never be improved upon, it's the ultimate, it's the gift nobody else can ever equal, it's treasure, it's precious. It's called LOVE