The Kiss

He kissed me softly
I think he held me
A fraction of a second
Longer than necessary
I felt the softness
His lips imprinted
On my wakened skin
That moment
Felt deep within
My core
My heart
So soft
Yet precise
Leaving his mark
On my thoughts
Whiskers tickling
The corner of my mouth
Sensations flicking
Through my mind
Not of a completely
Innocent kind
Like a seed
The kiss was planted
Now watered and fed
By imagination
I want to know
If from this kiss
Our love might grow

© heavenlyhaven1808 2014