A taste of softness I savor from your lips,
As I drink you in as tiny sips…
Of salvation.
Mouth to mouth I find temptation,
To be a sensation,
Akin to starvation.
I never knew hunger until I knew your kiss.
Never knew passion could insist,
A certain throbbing through my hips.
You make me wild with anticipation,
Of carnal communication.
Of your fingers entwined in my hair,
Of sexy bedroom stare,
That makes me laugh without a care,
When it’s only skin we wear.
I long to stand under the moon,
Entwined with you within a swoon,
Of perfection.
Of a deep midnight reflection.
That on this night we can be lovers,
While jealous stars may gleam and hover,
Overhead, Desirous of desire’s glow we emit,
When flame of love is finally lit.
Cover me! Adonis of my soul,
This woman’s heart you deftly stole,
And in the darkness I do blush,
And a soft hush,
Of breath on my neck,
Reminds me of your being.
And your lips guaranteeing,
That in your arms I will succumb,
To all the kisses yet to come.
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