Only side by side with you do I realise my womanly worth.
You'd stroke my arm,  always happily surprised at how soft and smooth I am, almost immediately bringing it up to your lips.
You'd kiss, nibble and lick.
Once satisfied your fingertips had not been tricked you'd move to my lips.
2 gentle fingers would sweep across my bottom lip warning them of the assault to ensue.
Mouth on mouth our tongues dancing with each other,
I felt our souls collide, it was then not pausing for permission they conspired to be one.