Kissing

Loverby, 

how do you know 

exactly when

I'm craving one more kiss? Is 

there a magnetic pull from my 

eyes or do 

my lips ask, inviting?

Do you translate the tilt of my chin

as permission or boldness? 

Loverby,

 I read once that women 

who continue

to enjoy kissing 

way past middle age

keep plush

and luscious lips way into

old age, and give smiles 

that send everyone in

the world spinning.

Loverby, thank you 

for giving me a reason 

to smile.

 Keep bending your

dear head and shoulders

down toward me 

to catch and capture and kiss 

my wanton willingness.