Any woman can tell you, there are kisses.
And then there are KISSES. The first being chaste,
the kind your mother or best friend gives you,
or the kind you get from a loser on a first and only date.
But then there is the kiss that tempts, entices, seduces,
wet and hungry, greedy with desires. This kiss
causes your mouth to bloom like flower petal
opening to the sunís silken caress, to purse into
a soft and pouting beau of provocation. This kiss
beguiles, invites, wheedles, begs you to become
more than you are, to become one with another.