Fingers and toes curling My fingers, your toes Eyes and walls closing Lips and lips watering At the thought of a Lover’s kiss
I want to run my tongue In delicate lines Up and down your thighs Smiling while You’re gasping In my passing Lips to the other side
There is an art to teasing Having you twitching and wishing I’d get to the pleasing, seeming To pass closer and closer each time Up and down your thighs
And while fingertips Are a sorry substitute for Lover’s lips It only takes the slightest brush To have you quivering at my touch And you cannot disguise The passion building in your eyes As I run my hands Up and down your thighs
I’ll kiss your lips No more stalling As my kisses, slowly falling And your heartbeat quickly rising Fabric dropping, realizing That finally this time I’m not kissing towards your thighs.