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

In kisses.

 

Pramila Khadun.