i just want that kiss.

that one

you know

where heads bend

and eyes meet

and lips touch

at last,

where tongues twirl

and bodies fit

and hearts pound now

in sync,

and legs meld,

with tightened thighs

and hips align

in need,

and hands are where

they were always

supposed to be

but left;

in a fit of right

in a fit of wrong

where wed never fit

at all –

but here at last

in deep

perfection

of long unrealized

truth

where kisses

speak

sweet magic

tongues

of love

that never

went

and hands hold tight

to what theyd lost

in pulsing

sacred grasp

and you and i

know now

at last

just what

a kiss

could be.