I wake in the morning,
Lips tender,
But not sore.
The feeling of your kiss,
Still teasing my lips,
Hours upon hours later.
The memory of your hands,
Roaming my body.
Grabbing,
Teasing,
Pulling me closer and closer.
I can almost feel you,
Hard under my touch.
The way your body tensed.
The sound of your heart,
Beating, racing, pounding...