What is love to you, Poetry, Kiss

Nectar

A Kiss Imagined

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Oh, the nectar of love’s first kiss
Put on the spot, either hit or miss
A firework’s spark foreboding reminisce
His first kiss, I imagine this
Honeysuckle, a pot of pleasure
The sweetest taste, I shall treasure
Another helping, my best refresher
My fantasies best at my leisure
A field of flowers, all grown wild
His kiss of summer, weather is mild
I tell myself, please, calm down, child
Don’t jump ahead or become riled
Oh, the nectar of love’s first kiss
When temperature-right, one can’t dismiss
Patience, timing awaiting ambrosia tryst
His first kiss, sweet nectar, I imagine this