It’s your lips,
So rich, so sensual in form,
The way they move over each word and
Pull me into that space where nothing exists
But you and I, nothing but the moment,
Only that moment and the anticipation of those lips
Moving ever closer to mine…sweet torture;
Sweeter still, the memories we share,
Those long-lingering breathless kisses
Feeding our Souls, diving in so deeply I couldn’t move
Without your coming with me,
And I couldn’t breathe without your breath joining mine -
So many nights…so many days of your lips
Teasing and nourishing, dancing and laughing,
Caressing and tempting until I surrendered,
Until I was a willing slave to your mouth,
Yours and yours again,
Captured by kisses, oh, those stolen kisses!
It’s your lips calling to me in my dreams,
Promising we’ll feed again…