Kiss Sutra ...

Let me delve in your planet 'mouth' in search for a revelation 

where we bounce between art & lust. 

Your vigor heat my lips and race an endless marathon to create a mantra

That we can both recite one day.

You call me a "KissSmith" while you welder well my appetite;

where our mouth-to-mouth water a thirsty urge  

and all fierceness of our massive bodies weigh-less.

I lose count of all stimulus when our flesh collide; 

and all what remain is the sound of discrete moans

that escalate a fearless crescendo,

steer a laugh when we entr'acte, 

take a blink to look at moist eyes

glancing at one's face to draw a smile

then engage back to the kissing dialogue. 

We reach no climax, neither a peak

even when your tongue climb mine

even when my tongue twirl around yours

even when we spit and exchange fluids. 

We grow breathless but we don't stop

we pause, we rewind, we shuffle

to replay a song we once practiced

that sounds as new everytime

we pause, we rewind, we shuffle. 

We don't trace, nor recall as we tend to forget

to make a new memory of each kiss

that we pause, we rewind to renew and shuffle....