Some kisses comfort the heart and some get the heart pounding. Some kisses stay on the skin, some we carry in our souls.
Some kisses stop time…
or is it all kisses?
Whatever the case, this poem is about the different kisses… on you.
A kiss on you
A kiss on your forehead,
to calm your restless mind.
A kiss on your nose,
the playful, tender kind.
A kiss on your cheek,
so my lips touch your smile.
A kiss on your lips,
as souls become tactile.
A kiss on your ear,
and a nibble as warning.
A kiss on your neck,
your perfume—scent of yearning.
A kiss on your chest,
tracing the path to my next kiss.
A kiss on your thighs,
as we enter impassioned bliss…
— Cae Rivas —
Hearing the transformation from innocent to intimate kisses spoken aloud makes it feel more real, more tactile, if you wish… for that, I have to thank my dear friend Darkly Dreaming Klar Nett for reading my poem, and imbuing it with more vivid flair than I ever could.
Every kiss tells a story. Every touch maps a journey. Is there a kiss in particular that lingers in your memory?
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And as always, thank you for reading, and until next time. 😊
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I love how you capture the full spectrum here the playful, the tender, the aching, the soul-staying. It’s like every kiss carries its own weight, its own story, and you make the reader feel it on skin and in heart. By the end, I’m not just reading kisses I’m carrying them too. ✨
Wow. Is it hot in here or what? Very evocative. It is a slow sensual unraveling and buildup without over explaining, and lots of room to stir memories from the reader/listener as they absorb the words. Your good.