Absolutely — here’s a poem about what kissing feels like, capturing that rush, tenderness, and all the electric in-between moments:
Kissing feels like fire held in soft hands,
a quiet storm where breath and heartbeat blend.
It’s the spark that lingers long after lips part,
a secret language written deep in the heart.
It tastes like promise—sweet, sharp, and new—
like tasting a world I never knew.
A tremble, a pulse, a silent sigh,
where time folds thin and moments fly.

Kissing feels like coming home again,
in that brief space where two souls bend.