Kissing at 40
When I kiss you now, at 40,
I savor everything:
lip, tongue, teeth. I kiss
and no air escapes. Nothing.
I take it all and take it in.
Our breath stops and starts
rises and falls in our gorging,
our coming back. Salt on the lips
salt on the skin,
my mouth waters
at the thought of it.
Something inside
wants to get out—
a love-growl, an engine
turning over and over
in the dark,
ready to drive us
anywhere we want to go.
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9 comments:
Love the last lines!
Wow that is hot! A beautiful evocation of deep and lasting love.
Thanks ladies. I'm hoping the momentum continues all month.
I love this! A great ode to marriage.
Delicious - and I particularly like the idea of the 'love-growl'!
Love it, especially the last two lines. Well-don!
Oh, yeah. Works for me. And if I'm lucky, it'll be working for...okay. TMI. Love-growl- yes, yes, yes.
love-growl -- yes! this made me smile. very hot indeed.
This is so intimate and fun. The last five lines, especially the engine turning over, are great. Bravo!
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