Your mouth is a promise
half-kept,
half-aching.
Red like truth spoken too late,
soft like a confession
I’m afraid to finish.
I don’t touch you yet.
That’s where the power lives—
in the pause,
in the heat gathering
behind restraint.
Your breath leans toward mine
like it already knows
how this ends.
There is hunger here,
but it isn’t desperate.
It’s deliberate.
A slow burn curling under the skin,
the kind that doesn’t rush
because it plans to stay.
Your lips hold history.
Every almost,
every night you swallowed words
instead of saying my name.
I feel it when you part them—
that quiet tremor
that says you want this
as much as you fear
how deep it might go.
I imagine the kiss
before it happens.
Not the act—
the aftermath.
The way the world would tilt,
the way time would loosen its grip,
the way we’d never quite return
to who we were before.
This isn’t lust without meaning.
This is desire
rooted in recognition.
A wanting that sees me back,
that knows my edges,
that chooses me anyway.
If I kiss you,
it won’t be quick.
It will be the kind that rewrites memory,
the kind that stays on your mouth
long after I’m gone.
One kiss.
Slow.
Certain.
Enough to last a lifetime—
because some touches
don’t end.
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Thank you very blessed to see your poem and it relates to me.
Jessy Jacob ❤️
That’s good, I’m glad you like it. I’m happy if I can make someone’s day inspire them and help them that tells me I’m doing something good. 😘
Wow.. what a brilliant, romantic and sensual poem! Love it!!😊
Thank you 😊