There are kisses which explode
into bubbles of desire
around me,
incredible kisses,
playful,
unexpected,
which start with you holding my hand
when nobody notices.
Hungry, tender kisses
that make me smile like a little girl,
and bite my lower lip
when I remember them.
Kisses which do not stop at mouths and tongues
but propagate
and disembark
magically
into necks, breasts, and leftover
extremities.
Kisses which,
instead of placating the thirst,
provoke more kisses,
electrical sparks
betweeen your skin and mine,
to the core of my core.
Those
are
your
kisses.