The Art of You

You can share a lot in a kiss,
The slightest brush of my lip against yours, comforting.
I can smell you.
My cheek against you like a cat.
It's like talking.
Lips moving without making a sound. 
My hand strokes your chest unconsciously.
It's not about passion.
Nor is it about sex.
It's the essence of you,  
A taster, 
A treat.
Appreciating the art of you.
Gentle, complete.
You are a treat xx