I inch closer towards the heat of your breath
that whispers across my lips
its beckoning
giggling
tugging
mischievous
delicious
this heat
It is all that exists in this moment
I have to have it
I put a fingertip into this fire
I burn
And it’s strange that want to burn
I have to burn

We play
I touch your face
You press my waist
When my lips should meet your lips
I turn and let them taste the skin nearest
Ha-ha
I know you'll get back at me for that later

We dance
Away and forward
And then the play stops
I have to have you
And I know you feel it too
I feel the urgency in your touch
In the way your breathing has changed
In the way time and space have stopped
It’s just you and me
Us
Our lips
Waiting to touch, to combust
We hear no sound
We see nothing
And then you're mine
In your lips I find the scorching fire I have silently been pleading for
It burns me and I want more
It’s our lips making love
And we dance once more
Demanding, giving, rebuking, thanking
No conversation can surpass this
It is our masterpiece
You and me
Us
We have created this.