The Kiss

The Kiss

His eyes stared straight into hers
Like he could read her as a book
Slowly his head moved forward
As though a lion closing on its prey
Her eye lashes met in an embrace
Our lips saved a head collision
The resultant sunction expelled air
Leaving vaccum of intimacy
Rubbing lips like mops at work
Teeth grinding like a filing stone working on a piece of metal
Tongue searching like a patrol team
Brains empty like a deserted hall
It's walls sending echoes to each other
All was done at last
Consiousness regained its full meaning
In his arms she laid languidly
Like a wornout butterfly

Yeah, most impressive