Just To Be Kissed

My heart is impatient of its eminent swell upon the arrival of you,
There before you was a slow ebb of a pulse, pacing closer towards something new.

To be kissed , tender & wanton, exacting & with intent,
My heart will surely burst at its seems and no longer lament.

My mind tries to find pace with my expectant & internal heaves,
Swelling to heightened & fearful pauses of your possible leave.

A softness most like a feather, upon a cloud, descending to earth,
Do I wait soundlessly & blind for what your kiss will give birth.

Feelings of longing and anxiety of dread if I make this mistake,
To allow you in, lips first & eyes shut, a kiss cannot be faked.

So I take this risk because in the end the effort is not hard fought,
Once again taking this chance to a bliss met in the middle is sought.

Just to be kissed is all this is about, no more & no less,
When this is achieved I shall breathe again, then we shall rest.