Sweet Kisses

We've kissed countless times,

yet, every time feels like the first.

Passion, the prescribed drug of choice,

happily secreted in each embrace,

soft, warm, moist, sweet tasting,

these sweet kisses, insatiable,

filling us up, overflowing,

12oz. of passion poured into an 8oz. cup,

leaving us slurping up every drop,

as if sharing a plate of spaghetti,

our lips are destined to make contact,

like cellular fusion,

we can't resist becoming one.

I have to stop listening to RnB Soul, LOL, all this imagery just keeps flooding in. I really like where this piece is heading. Between "Good Loving" and this, I'm totally stuck, I don't know which one to finish first! I guess I am experiencing my first true "PP" (Poet Problems) LOL.