Katrina Kaye
My body reacts to your touch
the way dry caked soil
responds to rain.
Sucking in,
letting you surround me.
Absorbing you
into my cracks to savor.
I am too old for
blood to taint cheeks,
but heat blisters,
an unexpected wave
spreading through entire body.
Beginning with a tickle of facial hair
and moist firm lips,
all senses surrender.
I look at your smile
and wonder how I taste.
“Kiss” is previously published in The Fall of a Sparrow (2014).
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