Your hands are slow;
soft as they stroke
and they tug.

Noses rub
so we laugh a couple.
A chuckle and tickle,
even a pickle.

While your mouth on my skin
is just right like a creamy dessert.
Cool
and light.

That I may take flight in delight
underneath you.
Tying our legs
like we tie our shoes.

Squeezing loose the juice

Feeling it ooze as it drips
from your lips
in this morning's kiss,
and the taste on our tongues,

The tingles persist.