Poem: Make me gasp....

I have smooched with a few,

but none like you.
No one can make me gasp for breath

the way you do.
Each kiss has been lip service

that I can never forget.
Lover, every time we release

I feel the sunset.
There is always something more to each salivary press

than the time before
At every opportunity I crave for you

to pull at my pink door.
Constant oral push-ups

evoke me to perspire.
My feet begin to waver,

but my tongue refuses to tire.
Wet and refreshing as the morning dew.
I have smooched with a few,

but none like you.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.