As your lips gently glide over mine
we swap deep dark secrets
with cracked, chapped lips
we share regretful memories
our soft warm lips overlapping
when we find contentment
your tender lips hungry for mine
as I find myself yearning for you
our lustful wet starving lips
a weakening passion
tender loving embrace
a breath taking need for you
First poem Ive written in a long time...i'm still a little rusty!