Chaste

I don’t kiss

Chaste

I’ve been chased for a kiss and kissed in a peck

But my kisses

Are never-

Chaste

Because it’s not really a kiss,

If you can’t taste,

The person you’re holding to you

as your lips form and give,

parting as tongues plunder,

stealing the air from the other and

just hold tight and moan in short breaths,

Sharing light caresses

Until lips meet again for another.

Never waste

The chance to let go and explore another’s soul

Because a kiss can be nothing at all,

Or the whole truth of who a person is,

But how would you ever know?

If you kiss

Chaste?

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