Kissing You

I know I shouldn't,
but I can't resist.

A joy wells up
within me
when I look at you.

You share in my childlike joy,
you share in my frenzied excitement,
you cheer me on
and I love you for that.

But a lust still resides within us.
I need to have my body pressed against yours,
to feel your hands wander as we embrace.
I find I can never get close enough.

The longer we embrace,
the harder it is to pull away;
and the easier it becomes
to let my lips linger at your neck;
and at the soft lobe of your ear,
softly grazing your skin,
becoming intoxicated as I breathe in your essence.

I have one toe over the line,
the rest of my body daring to cross over,
to let you have me as I want you to.

Alas, I reluctantly pull away just enough
that I may plant kisses upon your cheek,
your forehead, your nose and lastly
upon your soft lips.

I catch my breath and rapidly retreat,
both of us grateful to have escaped
each other's clutches once more.