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Pseudo Love's First Kiss
by Deborah BreuerIt is the riotous anxiety of having you within my realms of capabilities,
Practically feeling your tongue caress mine,
Our eyes burning deep holes into each others
Knowing that a wave of orgasmic tension will take control of my body the existential
moment that my lips delicately graze the softness that is yours,
A connection between two souls,
Moving past the metaphysical,
A gestalt switch from a paradigm of natural human existence,
To one of something resembling the God-trick,
Dear Lord,
Give me the strength to keep what little virtue remains in the depth of my being.
Fuck! Just a kiss and Im weak at the knees,
Questioning my ability to hold onto my inhibitions.
Just a kiss and a chill runs with such ferocity that my spine tingles allowing my physical element to take flight.
One kiss and I am prepared to dedicate my entire physical being to pleasing you in all of your desires.
Just one and your delicate tongue has me hypnotized in a swirling vortex of
God, why is this angel of mercy blessing me?
Why is it my retched soul that is touched by such a grace as this,
Touching Heaven in a single kiss?
One Touch
An embrace known between no two other
Just one.
09/01/2006 Posted on 09/02/2006
Copyright © 2024 Deborah Breuer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 10/21/11 at 06:02 PM Here I am feeling weak..as if I were there..and how I do remember that feeling and you so take us all to that very moment! Excellent! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/18/17 at 02:25 AM Ah, the first kiss, I remember that girl, now a woman I still feel I love. It's been over 60 years and I haven't seen her for at least 55. But the feeling is still there. I don't think it was 'pseudo love'. We still communicate from time to time though we 3000 miles apart. |
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