She came back and kissed me.
She kissed me.
When she came back, she kissed,
and I fell, stumbling,
Past the top of the stairs,
Down, dazed, knocked out,
To a full halt.
At the bottom, breathless, unconscious.
I lost it then, there, after the fall,
And the passionate taste of her lips,
Tore open my heart and sprayed happiness
All over my entire body.
Pictures of her succulent curves are everywhere.
And her spirit sucks up the erratic sensations,
Flooding my body.
But I lost it within ecstasy lighter than her soul,
and everything tumbled blindly with me,
Down those stairs . . .
There's no word on the woman,
Except she came back, from somewhere to do,
what she did by kissing me only once on the lips,
And then left quickly when I fell down those stairs.
What I do know is
The woman was beautiful, sexy, and mesmerizing,
And I have faint memories of her.
Other than that, aside from
the caked arousal of my loins,
And the cool surprise of her taking my breath away . . .
