Even though it's been hours,
I still taste you on my lips,
I feel your warmth lingering,
On my finger tips.

Might I say your gasping breath,
And moans of sweet relief,
Felt like clutching fingers,
As your ecstasy was reached.

Now we danced around the subject,
Of where we might go,
Though if I'm being honest,
We both surely know.

And even though you want,
To take it very slow,
I know I quicken your pulse,
As I tug at your clothes.