The Kiss
Your breath, hot against the swell of my lips
the delicate velvet quiver of your tongue
soft sliding, melting
smooth
gently beckoning
kneading
nibbling
deliciously demanding
deeply burning
within the consuming fire
of your soft mouth,
the sweet juice of your tongue
flooding the banks of this swollen river and
quenching the thirst of my desire
for the ripe fruit of your kiss.