your kisses are so wet.
As if dew formed on your lips.
My mouth is heavy, my weight bearing down,
against your lips.
Tongues eagerly meet.
They interlock and entwine,
like a thread.
Touching.
Tasting.
Your lips, close then open
spreading like satin wings. They fly.
How wonderful my kisses feel
Chasing the curves of your neck
Hunting for soft skin.
They press - touch, with wild sweetness
and affectionate glory.
They linger, slowly
Causing you to heavily sigh, to lightly moan.
These kisses feel delicious.
They tease your breasts, nipples perking. Swollen.
They dance over your firm stomach,
encircle your navel. Lower.
Skin inflamed. Demanding caresses.
They hungrily taste the sweat collected
in between your aching thighs.
These kisses.
How seductive.
