Kissing’s Sake

French Kiss

French Kiss (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I knew you
In the moment of the kiss
I knew that nothing
Would be more or less than this
This was it all
Just the touch of lip and tongue
No serenade to art
Or of romance there begun

I knew you
In the sweet, dark smile you gave
Knew already
There was nothing there to save
No finer feeling
No promises to make
It’s just a kiss
And only here for kissing’s sake

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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19 Responses to Kissing’s Sake

  1. Brian Hughes says:

    It was the tongue hitting your tonsils that gave it away, I bet…

  2. Really liked this since hardly anything is just for itself anymore.

  3. Such a beautiful and romantic poem, very nice. πŸ™‚

  4. Michelle says:

    Oh I miss kisses like that *sigh*

  5. The picture made me blush, geez how shy I am lol This is beautiful Helen =)

  6. Mike says:

    Keeping it simple – but very sententious. Lovely tone too – much like.

  7. Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss… a sigh is just a sigh πŸ™‚

  8. 1WriteWay says:

    KISS: Keep It Sweet and Simple. Nicely done, dear poet πŸ™‚

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