A teasing kiss

I pop in, I pop out,

Block your mouth with my snout,

Graze your neck with my lips,

My hands upon your hips.

Your arms rise up on me,

I weave too slow and see

Your pretty face above-

The vistage of a dove

Swooping down upon prey

And the, we kiss, they'd say...

Something to that extent...

Hands locked, to bliss we went,

The room began to fade,

Unconciously I wade

Throught the mists of this place-

But than I see your face

Retreating and I know

I'm it and it's my go!