In a realm where lips meet but hearts are astray,
What is a kiss, devoid of depth, I say?
Is it a mere collision of flesh, momentary bliss?
Or does it hold a secret, an essence amiss?
For a kiss can be a symphony, a melody to hear,
Whispering tales of passion, if the soul is sincere.
But if lips connect devoid of love's sacred art,
What worth does it possess? Can it truly touch the heart?
A kiss, oh, it carries the strength to ignite,
The dormant flames of desires, burning bright.
Yet, stripped of meaning, it becomes an empty dance,
Leaving both souls longing, longing for a chance.
For love, my dear, finds its solace in connection,
In caresses that go beyond mere lips' affection.
A meaningful kiss shares secrets, hopes, and fears,
It needs no grand gestures, just tender words to hear.
So let not our kisses be hollow, devoid of life,
Let them carry our souls like a caressing knife.
For a kiss without meaning, a shallow escapade,
Is but a fleeting moment, best left to fade.
But when lips meet, with love deeply entwined,
A kiss becomes an everlasting bind.
A tapestry of emotions, woven thread by thread,
Binding two souls together, never to be shred.
YOU ARE READING
Moans in the Wind
PoetryWhen we are hurt, we moan in pain. When we are happy, we moan in soft sighs. When we are in love, we moan in affection and pleasure. All of your moans are meant to be heard.
