That Kiss

A mistakable kiss,

Is not a forgettable kiss,

It's stolen from you,

And leaves you wanting more.

It's imaginable,

To feel the stranger,

Linger on your lips,

To feel his scolding hand,

On your beautiful face.

To taste his lips,

And beg on your knees for more,

Oh, his taste, leaves you starstruct,

And oh so warm.

And then when he leaves you,

You die inside,

You don't know his name,

That beautiful stranger's of yours.

He left you broken and cold,

Lying helpless on the floor.