Awaiting Touch
On the cusp of a promise, our lips hover near,
The breath of a moment we both hold dear.
Anticipation painting each second anew,
A kiss not yet given, a pledge to pursue.
Still in the space where desires dance,
Waiting for love to take its chance.
Each heartbeat a silent plea, in this suspended trance,
A kiss held in abeyance, poised on the cusp of romance.
In twilight where dreams reside,
We find courage where passions collide.
Not yet kissed, but soon, my dear,
The moment approaches, drawing near.
Prelude to a Kiss
In the quiet before the storm, our glances softly speak,
Of a kiss not yet delivered, strong yet mild, meek.
Every heartbeat a drumroll in the symphony of desire,
Awaiting the crescendo, the spark that lights the fire.
Between us lies the untraveled, the breath before the dive,
A kiss that waits its perfect moment, to come alive.
As the stars above us witness, and the night holds its breath,
We lean into the promise, a love that conquers death.
Anticipated Bliss
Not yet kissed, but hearts align,
In every glance, in love’s design.
With each sweet word, our bond does grow,
In whispered dreams, our feelings show.
The moment nears, our souls ignite,
A kiss to seal our love so bright.
In tender touch, our worlds will blend,
In that first kiss, our hearts will mend.
Not yet kissed, but love’s sweet fire,
Burns within, a fierce desire.
In every heartbeat, in every sigh,
We wait for that kiss, our spirits high.
When lips do meet, our love will soar,
In that embrace, forevermore.
