Lips

I am too old
For this sort of
Thing but when
We meet we smile
Hands touch we kiss
It is the sensuousness
Of her lips that captivates
Me as I feel her lips touching
Mine their softness yet strength
To press against mine and then
Her delicate but firm tip of her
Tongue darts between my
Lips I put my tongue up
Against her lips then
Slide between them
Searching for her
Tongue at once
We hold tighter
Our embrace
Open our
Eyes and
Laugh
We are
Such crazy
Teens madly in love
Septuagenarians still
Playing kissing games
Still enjoying a kiss
A smile a laugh
Then all our
Clothes do
Seem to
Fall off
Again.
Who can
Presume to
Know the human
Heart in love’s simple
Passionate embrace
No gossiping of lips
Serves to deny
The truth we
Feel when
Our lips
Meet.