The Spell Of Her Kiss Poem by Walid Boureghda

The splendour, the loveliness and the beauty of a sunset at the beach at a midsummer night is NOTHING in comparison to the smile traced upon her face mingled with the glamour of her eyes.
The spiral shape of her two lips coloured with a bright crimson that gives her exquisiteness another dimension.
When I put my lips upon hers, I can feel my poor tongue sneaking out of my mouth following the fragrance of that enthralled kiss flavoured with vanilla and chocolate mixed with honey-like caramel.