STOLEN KISSES

Tumescent ardor and labial heat fog
the windows of a shuddering BMW.

They lunge for each other,
blind to the outside world.

Swept away by an aura of the forbidden,
all they can see is an aurora of galactic stars.

Locked together in a reverie,
celestial music is all they can hear.

Stolen kisses are delicious.

They may leave a cell phone, email
or twitter trail that can be traced.

Primordial lust and a semen stained dress
once changed the world we live in.