Weapons of mass destruction

What lies within a simple kiss that ignites a thousand flutters of heart? That envelope a soul in supple soft cocoons of bliss Savoured on moonlit nights, engaging lips that intertwine through timeless seasons Ordained by gods, as weapons of mass destruction Turning men of steel into speechless putty melting on the curb. Igniting fires from inner-cores The same kiss that did incite a Trojan war This knee-quivering, velvety decadence with whispery aromas of vanilla and fruity scented-ness Debilitating persuasions of ruby reds with glittery, glossy veneers. By virtue of subtleness, tenderness Yet intoxicating, mesmerizing The true essence of a simple kiss, eludes me, still…