Love begins with a gaze, and it ends... when, no longer,
can you meet each others eyes; holding that gaze.
That long, silent look into each others eyes...
that melts your composure, as it softly plays
with you,
as it tunnels into some secret, soft centre...
and, neither of you look away;
This, then... The Look of Love; this, then... the first step,
onto the path of this sweet game we play.

How long is a Kiss? This is no foolish question;
no cunning, couched rhyme to intrigue, or deceive.
So sadly neglected... this sweetest confection;
this first lovers contact...
and, you should believe
that, when you are new at this sweet game of kissing...
this is vital knowledge that you need to know;
more so, than the pressure; the angle of head...
and where the hell then, is your nose meant to go?

The answer to this sweetest vexing of questions...
a kiss may last days, perhaps weeks, even years.
A Kiss is so Pure an Act of Intimacy...
no covert agenda;
bereft, of all fears.
So complete; as a symbol of mutual possession and sweet exploration...
its impact, its risk...
almost shocking...
for you know if this is the real thing,
the moment your lips touch in that first, sweet kiss.

What gives it this power?
Could it be, that it is the first act of possession, to gently invade
our bodies?
Perhaps, the first probe of a tongue tip between opening lips...
first hot passion, displayed?
The first true commitment of one, to the other...
so far, far away from that first, lingering glance;
The first Overt risk-taking, far beyond touching
and hand-holding... these things, perhaps, were just chance.

A kiss may last, but a few moments... it may last a lifetime;
for, in those fleet seconds, you know,
as... your lips touch for the first time...
if this, is the spark to ignite...
the first, blossoming glow
of a flame to consume you, forsaking all others;
a flame, that will burn evermore, in your heart.
Or, if it's no more, than a flirting distraction;
sweet, for the moment...
but soon to depart.