You stole three
puny kisses from my lips
I did not push
you away as you held
my jaws in your fingers
my reason lost in streets
and avenues missing feelings
closed in coffers from far
too long in seclusion
where galloping fantasies
ignore the subtle line
to reality never would I
grant such ambiguity
to a stranger if words
had not thrust me
into raptures built
on crystallised ideas
idealising the unknown
romantic sensations
to my final response
impulsive reaction
momentary distraction
lasciviously biting
if only just an instant
your larcenous lips.
[Featured painting: Pincer Movement by Jack Vettriano, 2006]