A passionate kiss is lightning that hits you on the lips, and dumps a searing, white current through you...
one ampere at a time.
A passionate kiss is
when everything around you
turns to curling, churning napalm,
and a silent wind rises up and blows it away;
the ashes it leaves behind are damp, though, like your lips.
A passionate kiss erases your memory of what has gone before the kiss, removes all desire to know what will be after the kiss, and lets you live out your life in the long moment.
You are only thinking about the kiss.
The person you are kissing is only thinking about kissing you.
But--neither of you is thinking at all.