LIPS

You parted on bated breath.

Awaiting a touch of lingering taste.

Of sweetness made from lust and touching and feelings.

Plump succulent full of promises

Leading to so… so much more.

An adoration of sensation both whimsical and warm.

The rapture of the tongue, wetting tasting as it travels your outline course.

Giving whispers of pleasure, developing into nature’s call.

A siren’s call at your eagerness.

Filled with a kiss as wintery as the cold,

Blazes alive, renewed as our lips touch.

You parted on bated breath as I rejoice in the fulfillment of your touch.

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