To simply kiss you
is not a consolation prize.
They’ll say “just a kiss,” while the taste of you
gives me wine long after
Ignore, as our bare skin raises warmth
under everyone’s collar, when
I only want to feel the
on your waist as we sit close on the love seat.
Walk away, as they assume all or nothing,
when I lean forward to press
lips on lips.
In truth, this is not quite chaste, not
foreplay to another tired hookup either,
but wedged between,
a love we only hear through
Talk to me
about today’s taboo
as I circle your middle with my arms,
until we’re drowsy, resting your
head on my shoulders. Wipe out
the seriousness; laugh. Joke with a dirty smile.
Abandon performance, share
the naked truth. Give me your deepest fantasies,
Get closer until we seal the gap between
our flesh; I want to kiss you
as if you are a sacrifice, but hold you longer.