Some kiss with the mouth
Others with the lips,
The first time you kissed her
It was with your hands.

Not touching the face,
Which signals possession,
Nor holding the shoulders,
Which denotes control,

Your hands went to her waist,
Indicating openness,
A desire to give pleasure,
As much as to receive.

Your fingers found and read
The braille of her spine,
Travelling upwards to where
The sentence lead,

So that turning her round
You already knew
The place to seal your meeting
At the nape of her neck.