Just a Kiss Away

An old Stones tune was playing.
Mick was rasping,
letting us know,
that it was all just a kiss away.

So here's to every kiss
that is freely given,
that quickens our blood
and softens our hearts.

On the full lips, soft and yielding,
parting in invitation,
lightly darting tongue,
teasing, promising, drawing us together.

Or on the nether lips,
salt moisture and pleading,
just a little slower, just a little faster,
just a little more.

Or on the straining shaft,
pulsing, dancing, groaning,
oh don't stop now,
don't stop now.

Or on the lips of the soul,
where all our desire merges
into some third spirit who smiles,
and blows us a kiss.