His Kiss

The simple joy as a child would feel, when chasing fireflies, so surreal.

The freedom of driving down a winding road, like 16 and wild, ready to explode.

Like a thousand volcanoes erupting in my chest. This fiery splendor refuses to rest.

Your kiss is my joy, my freedom, my fire. Nothing matches this magnificent desire.

You love me with a passion I’ve never known before. Every touch of your hand leaves me hoping you’ll explore.

My body. My soul. It all belongs to you. Please continue, my darling. I’ve longed for a love this true.

K.R. 2015

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