Poetry

It is brisk this early misty morning-

The cheeks tingle from the earths morning breath.

The surrounding forest gives light and colour despite the grey mists

Giving respite to the absent sun.

Closing my eyes and lifting my face

I surrender myself to the baptism of nature.

The kiss however,

Came somewhat of a surprise-

Unknown voluptuous lips as soft as flower petals

Made intentional, tender contact,

And the caress of that kiss

Lingered like fire upon my lips.

As our lips sensually parted I observed,

That the breath between us

Was as cool and moist as the very air around us,

Leaving my lips swollen and wet,

And yearning for more.

I opened my eyes and looked about

But the figure was no more.

Just then, the sun manifested and the forest was light up with golden light.

I reached up and touched my lips with my fingertips for they were still burning.

I knew I would never be the same again nor would I look at my life the same way again.

Because no man on earth, could ever compete with a God.