If I could, darling, I would.

What does it feel to be kissed by you?
A question I always ask to myself.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and imagine,
your lips brushed against mine,
our eyes closed, savoring the moment.
My arms is making its way in your neck
and my fingers entangling in your hair,
while yours is grabbing my back
because the intensity of the affection
shocks me and I might stumble if
you don’t hold me close.
Wow! The epitome of perfection.
Will I ever experience an eruption
of emotions, affections, sentiments?
Will it leave me wanting more?
Well, there’s only one way to know.