THE KISS
Her sweet delicate lips part -
warm mist gathers on his blushing cheeks.
Like a giant snail to a window
she envelops his mouth
shattering inhibitions.
Her moist tongue slithers over teethy rocks
searching for the burrow
where his helpless heart hides.
Finding it…she strikes!
and withdraws -
her victim stunned mute.
His pain is pathetic.
Her kiss is complete.
© 2004 Marco Gliori
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