"A short story of a kiss"

She asked  what makes a good kiss
I told her it’s the same things that immortalized the Greek dramas
A story that weave its take long before the sensation of a single touch
An exposition of every impression, every engaging gesture, every coquettish smile.
The rising action is natural and bold as a burning need builds
Drawing her in your light while dimming the rest existence
A tender yet firm palm at the small of back
Brushing her hair aside and gazing your finger along her jawline in one fluid motion
Slightly tilting it upwards until you’re transfixed upon each other
And you’re looking into her…
With a mix of affection and desire,as if once you lose that gaze your eyes will never see again
You both close your eyes moving ever closer
Willing to go blind to pacify the lingering anticipation
Then the story reaches its climax
United lips that aren’t just gazing or pulling
They’re exchanging emotions, communicating
A gradual intensifying dialogue of gratifying friction
Hands that explore, hips that draw in close, chests that fuse
A tongue that seeks to express and not invade
And a sensory dance continues
Until the falling action
A gentle pulling away in a stream of serenity
Then the denouement where our hero and heroine have read have reached a catharsis
Where longing looks and words are exchanged in plans of promising tomorrow
So end the story, so end the the kiss

                                                                                                           -S.Dhar