Orbiting

It was the sort of kiss from a teenage crush,

Started off with a soft brush of lips, so hesitant yet so sure.

Then boldly seeking, teasing, retreating as it matured,

Blossoming into nips that made your toes curl.

Throw the wood on the fire that had caught,

Let it blaze, caution long hurled at the wind,

As he reached in and cupped my chin,

Holding me captive, helpless to do anything,

But surrender to the onslaught, his tight embrace,

And the magnet that pulled me into his orbit

And left me circling the stars.