Maybe one kiss wasn't enough
To delight in the honey of your lips,
I was trapped in that fleeting instant,
Wishing for more, anxious to continue tasting.
In that magical and passionate encounter,
My senses were flooded with desire,
The bittersweet taste you left in my mouth,
Was nothing more than a taste of what I longed for.
Your mouth, a garden full of promise,
Tantalizing whispers and sighs of passion,
Each petal igniting an inner fire,
Enveloping me in your lips, sweet temptation.
I thirsted for those sweet sighs,
Of those kisses that promised paradise,
My tongue longed to savour every nuance,
To explore the terrain that your lips offered me.
Maybe one kiss wasn't enough,
To quench the thirst that your mouth awakened,
It was the beginning of a journey without direction or end,
Where my lips wanted to become addicted.
