I wish I was an artist,
But my tongue is creative enough.
Dancing across your lips,
Creating the image in my head,
Breathing it to life.
Daring me with your eyes,
Your craving just one kiss.
As your lips brush against mine,
Barely close enough to even exist.

Use the gap between your teeth to help you breathe.
Because once your hands touch my body,
You won't remember to come up for air.

With your hands on my waist,
So lost in your embrace.
Our bodies,
Speaking softly together.
Whispering in the dark,
Pulling away,
Only when our lungs are desperate for air.