Art of Words Publications
THE
KISS
Come close
Our distance measured only by inches
You extend your hand
You then caress my face
Your touch is ever so gentle
I can feel you breathe
Your heart is racing
At
this moment, nothing else matters
The
anticipation of a kiss
The time has come
With eyes closed the inches are erased
Soft, wet, sweet and tender
This
kiss never to be duplicated
I will never forget
Words
by
Edna
Box