There's Something About His Kiss

Once his lips are pressed upon mine,

I lose all forms of sensation.

Not even my mind

Possesses the capability

To combat the control he acquires

Over my body.

There’s something about his kiss

That makes my knees go weak.

Suddenly,

Every pelt on my skin has been awakened

Waiting for more of his magic

To press upon my lips.

There’s something about his kiss

That makes me lose my cool.

Makes me turn into a new born child

As I sit and stare up at him

Begging for him to feed me

More of his passion.

There’s something about his kiss

That strips me of myself.

Makes me want to be

Better than myself.