Kissing a Tempest

The air is alive with currents,
Little shocks that crackle and snap,
My eyes come to rest upon your lips,
Filled with intent -
I feel my heart beat faster,
I get that whirlwind heady sensation,
As I feel myself drawn into you,
I can't breathe beneath the oppressive tension,
I feel the warmth radiating from that smooth skin -
Just a half second before our lips brush,
The touch deepens punctuate by need,
A rush of my pulse courses desire through my veins,
I can feel my lips yielding against yours,
You draw me nearer as my hands find their way over your chest -
Up around your neck and I cling to you desperate for this kiss,
A light teasing trace upon your lips and i feel you shiver -
I feel you quiver and quake,
And it thrills me, excites me, entices me further still,
A murmur of a moan passes from my lips to yours as it resonates -
In waves of bone melting, skin tingling, dizzying desire,
My lips slowly move against yours eliciting your full attention,
Nothing else could possibly exist in this moment but the feeling of our lips,
The tenderness of my tongue teasingly darting in and out making you lean closer to me,
Seeking more, wanting more, needing more,
Passion building past the breaking point -
As I mindlessly slip past teasing into a full taste of your masculine mouth,
My whole body an extension of this breathless kiss that stretches out endlessly,
And then I pull back and it is broke,
My lips are swollen,
My hair is disheveled,
The room is reeling,
And the desire for you is dominating my mind,
But I look at you,
And you are still lost in the kiss of a Tempest.

Reviews

[G. Cedillo]

the tension and climax building you put into each "scene" you create is great - i think this length and structure would lend itself better to prose than poetry, but its a great read.
"My lips slowly move against yours eliciting your full attention,
Nothing else could possibly exist in this moment but the feeling of our lips,
The tenderness of my tongue teasingly darting in and out making you lean closer to me,
Seeking more, wanting more, needing more,
Passion building past the breaking point -
As I mindlessly slip past teasing into a full taste of your masculine mouth,
My whole body an extension of this breathless kiss that stretches out endlessly,
And then I pull back and it is broke[...]"

a great moment here (and an example of the prose-y narration). Not that its a bad thing, prose, but i want to see less narrator and more image. Good writing though, it sends shivers!

- g

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is beautiful. A Tempest can put us balance and leave us confused. A well told story of a sweet kiss leaving someone lost in the kiss of a Tempest. I like the poem. Brought us in with amazing description and held the reader to the last word. A excellent poem.
Coyote