Your Lips Alone

Work in Progress

Enamored by your lips,
Bewitch me with your kiss.
The way you wet them taunts me
when you whisper secrets down my body.
Supple as they move, eager to soothe
the prickling of my skin, excited,
the feel of your hot tongue, pleasure ignited,
searing sensations move down my neck,
put your lips to mine and shorten my breath.
Playfully nibble my collar bone,
velvety soft, gliding across, making me moan.
I crave them close and pressed against my own,
Our bodies so compact that our chests
beat out a rhythm of seduction,
the melody of our tongues in time with bodies' percussion.