Longing

The perfect weather, not so warm, not that cold.

You, standing in front of me, staring right through my soul

Your hands, rough as it is, traces the shape of my face

That smile, almost grinning, but not too much.

Then you kiss me, so warm, so soft.

Passionate and gentle

Full of love and emotions

Promising a brighter tomorrow.

Then I wake up.

Alone, in my room, on my bed.

Rekindling the fondest memory of that special moment,

The passion and intense.

"When will I ever feel it again?", I ask myself.

A kiss so passionate, so loving, yet so gentle.

O yes, I am longing now to be kissed again

When will I ever feel a real kiss again?