Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
Sometimes I Miss Her
Months and months have now passed
and I still don't know why she kissed me like that.
She was the best kisser I have ever kissed.
Her kisses never ceased to amaze my lips.
They got my attention that much I know.
Her kisses had a way of transforming me right to the place I wanted to go.
They drove me absolutely wild
but they relaxed me also.
They tucked me into bed just right
and assured me of sweet dreams all thru the night.
I suppose it had something to do with a meeting of two kindred spirits both possessing the same goals
and a desire to kiss with abandon and passion deep from within our souls.
Like a fine tuned guitar we played all the right chords.
Our lips destined to meet in perfect drum beat.
I never met a woman that kissed me so perfect before.
One kiss was never enough I always wanted more.
I'm not sure why it didn't work out.
Everytime our lips met we kissed our brains out.
Months have gone by since her kiss pressed to my lips.
Sometimes I miss her.
Who wouldn't miss the worlds best kisser?