I find myself stareing into dream time every time i recall her kiss,
memories danceing a wiild two step with the joy of tasting her lips.

Ahhhh, the sweet tingling of ghoose bumps from the mist-that her touch left on my cheek, it staggers the imagination to pretend where the impluse settles as it reaches its peek.

Tossing and turning my senses roll back and fourth, in fear that a tantalizing moment that we shared before may be lost, of course, like the frozen painting reveling a conceptual work of art, the heart and the emotions can never be a part.

Its is done, she has caught my eye, no big suprise, what i wear on my sleave can never lie. it is built to surfive, as it moans and cry not understanding the term-goodby.

The sun tells the shadows that time is moving to make all things as it was, i am beginning to feel the buzz. my  muscles expand, my veins turn to sand, and far to many Organs remind me that I am a Man.

She enters and holds me, we embrace to kiss, I know we have done this before, but never like this. Each time is like a new line, a new sign,  new destiney in time, for eternity I am her's and she is mine;s.

Kiss....so sweet and still so refine, that its play a silent pleasurable melody forever in my mind, or until next time.