Unaware of the stares
your lips take mine in a dance
that gently caresses my tongue--
twirling pink tips tango,
gliding on sensations
that slide in between syllables of sweet endearment.
In that moment of headiness
I shut out the clink of cups and spoons
as your eyelashes blink a typhoon against my cheek;
I hear not the steam shooting froth into latte mugs
but revel in the softness of your kiss,
my breath emptied by your inhalation
as you suck my life into your own.
Sometimes you can forget the world when in the middle of a kiss.
This poem is very well constructed. It has very little rhyming, but that's good because it adds to the relaxed style. That typhoon and spoon pair are a delightful exception. I love their middle sentence rhyming.
Thanks so much for your insightful comments and the nice things you wrote I'm super happy now
I also love that you love "spoon" and "typhoon" because that was totally spontaneous and came to me in a sudden flash of inspiration
It takes you into another world