A Million Kisses

by

Paul E Sexton

I wanted to write you a poem
called "A Million Kisses"
remembering each and every kiss.

The very first time
I tasted your lips,
having only just begun
to get to know you,
we were about to go
our separate ways.
But your slow calm voice
with a slight breath
between each word,
and girlish scrunched up smile,
were an urging pleading song
exploding inside the moment
crying out, for a kiss.

You see, your eyes, kittenish
in a half scared slow motion way
drew me in to you.
it was More like melting
than like kissing.
To soft and slow and warm to tell
where my mouth ended yours began.

The kisses I had for your mouth and
face and cheeks and neck and
all the shutting eyes,
exhale deeply places,
seemed to last until the sun
had slipped into the sky,
and they were ours,
they belonged to us.

It was if a million kissed lips
desperate, wanting, burning,
from a million vivid time lost lifetimes,
from a million fluid yesterdays.
had Opened up a doorway
into a million sexy soft tomorrows,
full of gentle promise yet to come.
And I wanted you, I had to have you.

To have and to hold.
For Better or for worse.
I held on to you.

Now, When the night is deep
and my eyes squeeze slightly open
in the hazy red half light of the clock.
The dripping honey female curving
of your girl soft sleeping shoulder
seems to hold a moment
so gently gasping still.

And I know,
that I possess a million
tiny delicate lustful kisses
that belong to you.
That they should be poured
on to your lovely succulent
silent sleeping form.

I wanted to write you a poem
called a "Million Kisses"
because I wanted you to know
that here, next to you
always wanting never empty.
I‘ll always have a million kisses
yet to give.

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