Your Kiss

A poem

Photo by Annette Sousa on Unsplash

Your mouth brushed mine as I slept
alert, at once, my eyes stay closed
not sure how I should respond
but your kiss seduced my senses
I was blinded to the future your lips posed

The tangling of lips and of tongue tips
sensations shooting all through me
faint taste of wine, yet it was you
intoxicating me with guile and lust

sense left me captive to your sensuality

Where that kiss led was dangerous for me
unseeing, I passively allowed treachery
our love was short-lived but the price
was long drawn out, with such malice
by the one who was left to feel jealous

Published in The Lark


By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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