While searching for the sweetest kiss,
I found you in a moon.
You drugged me in your liqueur lips,
fed by sugar spoon.

Mesmerized by your buxom peaches,
exchanging oral mist,
I’ve known no drug as sweet as this,
this nectar in your kiss.

I traced the lines of your lips with mine
like a detective traces clues.
Curvatures so moist and warm,
formed in fevered hues.

These irresistible, kissable, kissing tips
embrace me like sunshine beams.
The eternal kiss that you charm,
creates the sweetest midnight dreams.