We are supposed to kiss but here I am, closing my eyes to imagine the urgency and coiling of your tongue, its texture, a sandpaper soaked in sweat trying to tickle, and the thickness of a tendon I want to pull with my nails lusting for scarlet and paint. When you force me to open my eyes feigning romance, virtue, and the shivers of my skin, I count the pores and what look like scabs infesting your face, my idea of delay and touching when I do not want to suffer the stubbornness of your mouth devouring the fear on my lips. Hello writers, after receiving your immense love, we're continuing poetry month. Today's topic is OSCULATION, which means the act of kissing. Use #MnMobsculation for us to discover your thoughts. #mnmnapowrimo #moansandmoons #yqbaba #erotica #love #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Moans & Moons #yqlove