Kiss Me Tender By Bill N. Coo

Light feathery white clouds
float around a full moon, while
the wind rustles the leaves faintly.

I move in toward you
to try and capture a kiss,
and you yield for a moment.

Warm, soft, tender, velvet,
sweet to taste; but then
you push me back —

I shall never forgive you for this,
you warn, even as you lean back in
your liquid femininity drowning me —
in bliss.