We Kiss ©
A pollen-dusted kiss will brush her petal lips,
So soft and warm, they call to me.
Diaphanous wings trace her porcelain cheeks,
Eyelashes flick and twitch in ecstasy.
A feast of pheromones drench this night,
Drawn together, we pause - then close.
The warmth of expectation dances between us.
We reel and weaken; then fall into oblivion and smile.
We tense; replete, expectant.
Alive, complete, immortal.