Trembling lips come together
Tongues--trepidly flicking, teasing--
Saying hello.
The inevitable push--
The world fades away
Bodies limp and rigid
Mouths no longer mouths
All that exists is this kiss
No form
No gentle round and round
But probing
Soft warmth and wetness
The tender underneath
The delicacy of foreplay
And the force of lovemaking
No time but eternity
This kiss
Fulfillment, and ache of longing
This kiss.