Longing to kiss you,
Long
And slow.
But first-
To tease temptation-
I would trace my finger tip
Along the line of your lip-
To feel
What soon I shall taste.
I imagine, now
Alone in the recess
Of my craving mind,
How we would move in
Closer
And I’d feel the heat
Radiating from your body
As we’d both shiver slightly
In the unison
Of that sensory touch.
I’d stand so close
That you’d feel my breath
Caress
The tiny hairs on your chin
And,
As my nose brushes past your cheek,
I’d take in your scent
Before our mouths fall in sync
And our lips would meet.
Tenderly,
To start with,
We’d close upon each other-
Lost in exploration
Of curves,
Of warmth,
Of shape and flavor,
The moisture building-
And we’d be unable to say
If it was yours, or mine
Our ours
And then,
Relinquishing control,
I’d crave to nibble
Upon that perfectly formed
Lower lip of yours
That I could feel
Pulsating against mine
And so I’d bite it softly,
As if to test you,
To tease you open
So as to feel your breath
Entering my mouth
And ever so naturally-
Almost innately-
I’d breath it in
As if to claim it
As mine-
Tried and tasted,
Before my tongue,
Eventually,
May find your cupids bow
And lick its way,
Cautiously,
But with mounting hunger,
To the tip your teeth
And,
As my eyes
Pour into yours
And our bodies tremble,
I’d enter you,
At last,
And find your tongue
Ready to greet me-
As if to welcome me in
Further
And deeper
While,
Simultaneously,
My hands
Would trace their way
Around your waist
And under your shirt-
One hand working its way upwards
Along your spine
To pull you closer,
While the other would
Explore its way
To the heat
Below your waistline.
Longing to kiss you,
I am,
Long
And lasting…