Revel in the joys, in the moment-to-moment feeling
That you came to love and be loved,
To revitalize the flow of life
By kissing and being kissed
Stirring your primeval instincts
And take the world in your strides,
In your flights,wings love-dusted.
Kissing is the debut, a prelude
To a lifetime love, etching deep
The freshness in the feelings
With the beauty of elasticity and sensuality,
Synchronicities of desires
And passions unbridled.
History is made by lovers and their kisses.
When the memories of my first kiss
Flash to my mind, it creates a helm of joy
And I feel like a pool replenished
By a joyously cascading waterfall.
It was saccharine sweet,
Sweeping me off my feet
And making my heart skip a few beats.
It was the elation of an accomplishment,
Pride of womanhood infused in the charm of magic,
And I took wings, face brimming with happiness,
Floating weightlessly in the skies of love.
I could hear the squeaking of the dolphins,
The singing of the whales,
The mating of the herons
While our feelings danced
To the music of our souls.
In a hushed whisper, you said,
‘Kisses never die, they regenerate.’
And in a succinct soft voice, I replied,
‘Kisses are so healing, so pacifying,
So rejuvenating and so satisfying.’
We kissed and we kissed
And again, we kissed,
Said all, all and all