The Way You Kiss
Poem for the Perfect Match

You got me all stirred up. I feel obsessed. I feel like this love and lust I have for you is out of control, like a fire with no ice. My inner volcano grumbles and I have to fly to the top of the ice cap just to put my head back on.
You're perfect, and you know it. From those strong manly legs to your muscular forearms. From that perfectly shaved or unshaved face to the golden wisps of sexy hair falling around your face.
But what's the most tantalizing view is when I seel you touch someone or kiss someone. I feel like I'm going to faint. I am straining my brain to keep my composure.
Your lips look so soft, so tender, and wet, and I want to kiss them forever.
Your hands looks so beautiful, and strong, and I want them to touch me forever.
Your eyes shoot at me like bullets, showing me every emotion that I've known also.
And I can't get you out of my mind.
I've tried.
I keep thinking, could I please you with my kiss?
Could my body make you happy even for just a short time?
Could I be the one that you kiss like that?
It's my deepest fantasy. You're with me almost every day.
Alone, I am with you, and the depths of the ocean
and the heights of the mountain,
only know the secrets of the fires I feel for you
or the ice I must keep to tame my passion down.
About the Creator
Shanon Angermeyer Norman
Gold, Published Poet at allpoetry.com since 2010. USF Grad, Class 2001.
Currently focusing here in VIVA and Challenges having been ECLECTIC in various communities. Upcoming explorations: ART, BOOK CLUB, FILTHY, PHOTOGRAPHY, and HORROR.


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