I kiss you
and taste your
sweetest lips to mine.
I feel fine
of course
and my mouth burns,
and is on fire for more.
Like sweet red wine
and sweeter honey,
you fill my soul, my heart,
all that I am,
while wanting to burn
your lips to mine
over and over again.
I savor
all of you,
every inch,
and a few other ones as well.
I am satiated,
nourished
flourished
and yet, still famished
by your sweetest
succulent kiss.
It burns me.

09/06/2010