Eskimo Kisses ... a poem

Eskimo Kisses

Nose to nose,
they brush together
slowly. Softly.
I feel your breath
warm against my skin;
your lips so close to mine
I can taste them.
But you tease me
with your Eskimo kisses.
And I miss the pressure
of lips pressed to lips,
yearning for your tongue
to touch mine.

Until that time,

I am briefly satisfied
with nose rubs,
close hugs,
and secret love.

~cdw
1/27/12
2:35pm