You taste like the sun(Poem)

I can't touch the sun,
but I can taste traces of it in your skin.
From the soft warmth where all kisses begin,
My lips tingle with the afterglow of you.
I lick them,
resetting for another approach,
That subtle salty bliss,
Quietly crisp,
My lips search for the shadows,
of a pleasant sunset,
Cooled by an autumn breeze.
Heaven,
I believe,
for the moment is found where my lips touch your skin.