Kiss Poem by indira babbellapati

i try lifting his head

he would simply resist

pulling my dupatta fringe



i would move my leg

he would hold on to my bossom

never allowing me to stir



i palyfully kissed the back of his palm

he broke into a divine smile

and would demand more



each time the hand reached my lips

i had no choice but to plant a kiss

and see him break into endless smiles



o, a wonderful six month old

he taught me the language of kiss

what wonderful rapport we hit at!



09oct2010

14.00 hrs