intimacy

kissing is an art in itself
yet it is viewed as common.

tongue darting inside,
an exchange of saliva,
contracting facial muscles,
intense suction action.

intimacy is lost in the fray
and given up for lost.

people come together,
clumsily raking hands
across layers of clothing,
reaching south interminably.

the difficulty of bra straps,
the uncertainty of underthings,
the possibility of lingerie-induced
shame
lingers in the pheromone-filled air.

as the night comes to a close
two people consummate their lust
and call it love
as their hearts implode.