KISS ME

There is this thing I desire, lips mating,
Maybe the left and the right lip on me,
Soft, full, plump and dangerous lips on mine,
The lower lip between my rough and cracked lips,
Whilst my upper lip trapped within perfection.
The overwhelming scents, acknowledged fresh breaths,
The soft collisions, the desire to gain control,
The best experience there ever is, the kiss.

Tiny perfect fingers roam and trace the cheeks,
Like they were some book or art, they are studied.
Every inch of the faces felt, and stored as a memory,
Noses risk collision, adjustments just ignite it more.
Rough and soft delicate hands behind necks,
Pulling in for more of the ecstasy, the wild passion.
Heights so different, but the walls serve as the support,
To ensure they are close, no distance required. Mine.

The pace of the mating so slow, but the senses,
All the senses are awake, the nervous system roughed.
The hormones are up and high. Almost an overkill.
The bodies have no other option but respond.
Respond to the fire that ignites and burns,
Nipples stimulated, hard and pointed, perfect turn on.
All in good time, no rush needed, the desire burns,
And sooner or later, the body’s self-control is threatened.

A kiss they say it is, but yours is my desire,
My greatest wish, to feel that which only you,
Your lips alone, have the power to awaken.
I wish to experience life again, with yours,
I seek to live, but if only you permit me,
That is just how much you own me Fatima.
Your unawares has me lustfully tied to you,
But first, I only wish you would kiss me. My fantasy.

You know me not, but I do you. Yes, you.
Whose full lips give the most beautiful pout,
Whose simplicity has me high without substance.
You who is always up early, whose dedication,
To Allah has me awed, grateful and whipped.
Who values your studies more than relationships,
Whose desire to change the world has me at your feet.

I am, he who has watched you since the first day,
Since the moment my eyes met your lips before your eyes,
Since I saw you in that meeting and met your intelligence,
And I thought I’d just look out for you, before my obsession.
I am no stalker, I only wish to have your lips on my rough ones,
I’m sorry if you know me not, but you will, I promise. My future.
But I am he who walks behind you from a distance, your security.
I pen down my desires for your lips and beyond, don’t anger, please,
My universal secret, the things I’d do just for you to kiss me.