Our first and last kiss

He softly pulled me against his body.
His tender lips touching mine.
Hungry for me, he kissed me harder.
Letting our longing tongues intertwine.

His cologne perfumed my naked shoulder.
His rough stubbles grating on my skin.
He, some years older, knew how to seduce me.
Showing the passion of our kissing sin.

His puppy eyes staring at me sadly.
His strong embrace trying to keep me his.
Hoping so madly to let the moment last forever.
Knowing the ending of our first and last kiss.

His remembrance is torturing my heart.
He being thirteen hundred kilometres from here.
Hankering hard to feel his tender touch again.
Being the meaning of this moment dear.