Thousand Kisses

Posted: August 20, 2012 in Uncategorized

Trembling lips and an anxious red predator

That tasted like sweet tea

Awaited the bristly face against hers and

Those dark lips; abused by cigarettes, alcohol and others.


Lip to lip, the secret unveiled

Like pouring sweet honey from pot to pot;

Half-frozen honey, melting in both pots.

The honey covered tongue wiggled as one hundred invisible ants bit them;

At once.


Eyes crossed once or twice and closed

As the breath yielded to the passion;

Passion like seasoned jam, made from ripe pineapples;

Prickly but sweet.



A Thousand Kisses More. 


  1. neethu nair says:


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