Intoxicating Scent

Under my fingertips your lips were moist.
I was certain I heard your pleasure voiced
Those goose bumps were real, I felt at your door.
That brief stolen kiss whispering one more

My feet in the door, one more kiss to gain
Hands slid down your frame I knew you’d abstain
Intoxicating scent left on my hands
I left rather quickly fearing quicksand

© 2011 Michael Yost


6 responses to “Intoxicating Scent

  1. Such a beautiful poem like a small dose of love injection. 🙂


  2. such a perfect description of that last kiss good bye


  3. So easy to let that quicksand suck you in… Ooo–left me woozy…


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