Italian Kiss (aka Perfect Kiss)

What lips do touch mine Lips that can heal, Lips that may harm The smoothest of The tenderest brush An awakening moment of calm So tender Too tender Oh but if I do melt As I do right now Let me melt Frozen in his firm grasp I melt This lucid psychosis The convergence of motion Nor time, nor lack of it Evaporates this insatiable instant Lips, lips that do gaze Lips that mysteriously quiver Magnetized humidity Vanilla scent swivels through me As skin to skin submerged Oh it is criminal to melt like this Still I melt My lips frozen to his Led to an uncharted seclusion Nothing, not one sound Sensual tranquility Oh bless his soul For I feel it deep within Let us be one if only in this instance I taste the sweetness of cherry buttermilk That pirouettes like a gentle breeze at dusk I fear this bliss May culminate in the parting of lips Dare not speak it! Dare not think! For I am tranced by this perfect soul Oh he kisses! He kisses with intensity With tender vigor As if I were a porcelain doll So gentle, so kind I melt, I can only but The end looms like a raincloud Hovering overhead for the parting of souls And that inevitable release of bodies letting go Is like an iron ball dropping from the 18th floor Such end do lovers have: The parting of bliss Now just the memory lingers of this Kiss