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Kiss

written by: Michelle Ayon Navajas

 

I wondered sweetly
on a lazy sunny afternoon
as you lay
in my bed with a smile
and eyes closed for a while
I could kiss you and feel
the touch of your lips on mine
but dreaded the thought
of waking you up my dear
so I slowly caress your face
and feel the warmth of your skin
unto the palm of my hand

Did I ever get the chance to tell you, how lovely you looked that day
and would it be too late to say
that I loved you then
and love you now?

I wondered if I ever get to hold you
in my arms so close
and listen to your heartbeat
in the same rhythm as mine
I watched you breathe slowly
as your body moves
in a manner so gentle and smooth
and many times I was tempted
to steal a kiss from you that day
but baby, I didn’t ‘cos I want you
to see me smile as I kiss you
with my arms wrapped around you
so tight, then we could slow dance
to our make-believe song

let’s kiss and stay and don’t you ever go away

Michelle Ayon Navajas

Michelle Ayon Navajas

Philippine-born Michelle Navajas, currently residing in Malaysia. Michelle authored the book “After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars” for PWW during their Million Stars campaign. Graduated with a Master of Education majoring in English in the Philippines, Michelle was a former college professor, teaching literature, speech & oral communication, creative writing, drama, and theatre arts. Michelle is active in her writing profession and works as a freelance creative writer. Michelle passionately blogs at WordPress at michnavs, where you can find her prose and poetry on love, life, motherhood, and her advocacy on abuse and violence. Her poem “Again” is published on three platforms, on MEDIUM - an International Writers and Readers Space, AFRICA WRITERS CARAVAN, and at WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS.
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