Art of a Kiss

A poem

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We were so twisted when we kissed

He repeated it in my ear

Over and over again

As Bacardi rum-filled my nose

Wonder if he noticed when I kissed him

He tried to lay his arm under my head

But I preferred his head on my chest, and he seemed good like that

Breathing heavily from lack of sleep

I massaged his head with my fingertips

In heaven, I was as I moved him on his back

And I watched him as he slept

Massaging cervices

And he didn’t even flinch

And when I kissed him

I lightly bit his bottom lip

And then gently kissed his neck

His forehead was next

I took a bite of his ear lobe

He slightly awoke rubbing my back

I asked if he was ok

He replied half-sleep yes

I placed my head on his chest

And listened for his heartbeat

Wonder if he noticed when I told him