Pondering how the shape of your lips
can bend so perfectly around mine
Tracing I love you into my left palm
as you rightly kiss the other
And I’m smothered by your
smoldering eyes,
iris sighs make me swoon
A bend of light comes
through this room
hits hair making shadowed lines
on soft skin, and a softer smile
turns straight and humble
Not a mumble as I feel your breath
shake the hairs above my lip with heat
Silence slips between moaning faces,
intimate energy intimately embraces,
leading hearts and trembling hands
to pulsing intimate places

~kb