Of all the fancies, tell me this:
What is this thing, we call a kiss?
Whether long, impressed or little nips
To feel the press of two small lips,
Can really churn my heart to rage
My whole emotion full engage.
How can a simple touch of skin,
Be the source of my head spin?
You see, the answer is the source
My girl's the one who holds the force.
For when her lips call out, "Come Here..."
First lips, then chin, the cheek, the ear,
The way she takes two simple parts
Whose touch reacts to meld two hearts.
It's all because my love drills deep
Into my soul, from wake to sleep.
I cannot stop the depth, the flow
Nor would I try to let it go.
It makes me live, it fills, does drive
Me on to do, yes, to survive.
This love, this passion building still
It burns inside, demands, "Fulfill !"
Would I ever turn it back?
Watch my life from full to lack?
Never, NO, it gives too much,
This love from her, said with a touch
Of two small lips - pressed to my skin
It makes me live - my fire within.

Kyle Wise
Athens, GA USA