I glance at my phone and feel a little thrill
“Hi sweetie!” I last saw him in April
Ah yes, I was getting my birthday tattoo
“It’d be great if we could get together”
“I look forward to seeing you, too.”
We meet at my favorite dinner spot
I’m playing it cool, yet feeling hot
We order a truly fine Baja wine
Share risotto and crème brûlée
Flirtatious innuendos pass the time.
“Does this bother you?”
I read the screen and laugh, “No.”
His hand is in my waist-length hair
Sitting in the seat in front of him
I know something’s in the air.
Sipping whisky with the dancers
They ask me questions, I answer
I turn, ‘Hey babe did I mention…”
He runs his hand up my thigh
Reminds me he’s paying attention.
Walking into the cool night air
A little tipsy, without a care
We slip into the backseat
He leans in to grab my face
Our mouths at last meet.
~Just L (September 29, 2018)
Author’s Note: You know how I love a good kissing poem, and a good kisser.