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
