Dreams Of A Kiss by Tao Writer

*I saw in two dreams...

The first, like that of friends,
merely a meeting of lips.
Even an accident, maybe..?
A gentle touching, nothing more.

The second, a dance of tongues,
sucking and thrusting in the bold
undulations of passions only
known in dreams—

Then decelerating into a
slow,
moist
samba.

Each dream, so much more than a kiss.
Each kiss, I pray, more than a dream.