Out-of-Wedlock Kiss

Umberella

Moment too soon, lips too far
Spellbound like an incendiary star
How hath mouth collude to taste
Defrazzled lips buzz, wasps in haste
Scrimmaged game, and paired sport
A steeplechaser weathering one’s throat
Lips twisting like a spinner’s wrist
Oh the flavor, sloth-work till adrift
Ajar, agape, so lingers aftertaste
Surrender, hath you, to a kiss’s grace
Cloistered like a shell, flower in bloom
Quenched in thirst, bloated in groom
Lips shimmer, like fireflies at night
Comets with bodies, tails alight
Thou shall not translate the saga of a kiss
To the pelvic moan of agony in bliss