Passionate are the lips that conquer mine,
soft, sultry heat,
no barriers,
no walls,
no stones to cast upon my soul,
from time,
we steal moments,
just to feel...
Kiss my lips.
Savor my taste.
The softness of my lips,
the warmth it emanates,
the sweetness of my breath,
against yours,
raising the intensity,
brushing lightly,
tongue to moist tongue,
lips devoured
as I suckle a bit,
then ever so slightly
brushing lips across lips,
teasing, taunting, tasting
your essence in every drip.
Breathe me in,
my scent mingles with yours
an organic trip,
where home is defined as your remedy,
your escape lingers upon my lips.