KISS

she speaks two languages

one language consists of vowels consonants words sentences

that arrive at my ears through the air

accompanied by her quick penetrating glances

and the clinging scent of her perfume that filters down into my brain

but her second language is the one I must investigate

I am willing to learn the vocabulary of passion expressed by those lips

as I look into her eyes and recognize the signal that I may

draw closer to her heat

as I begin graze those soft full lips with my own

sensations of fire from billions and billions of nerve endings on edge

as she transmits every fiber of her being into my pulsating veins

saying more to me in a 10-second kiss

than I could ever learn in a 10-hour conversation