my skin grows red hot,
and slowly warms the blue hue
of your skin
-your shy lips quiver under my
breath, closing into that kiss's embrace
to the open tongue of twisting our words
intertwining fingers in your scroll of hair
as the  parchment  of your grace, is written
all over your face.

oh so beautiful,
for i must have been struck from
behind, in a catching thought, i became
so caught up while staring at your curves
at the mountains peak of your structured body,
i'm always trying tp climb into those sheets
to have just a peep.

and as the taste of you, becomes
the sweetest nectar, i solely desire
-blowing the butterflies in your belly,
i'm barely intimidated by the moans
of pleasure; as it all becomes the sounds of
permission to add pressure.

at the bite of a tip, the dripping taste
must of course be licked off, in a
tasteful manner like ice-cream
so as i scoop you up, know there's
always a spoonful of kisses to feed
all of your words.

so tell me if lightening ever strikes twice,
cos according to my likeness, i
learnt how to strike a nerve of pleasure
at a constant, once i have it on my sights
so a simple answer would suffice,
or really something much simpler, when it's a
           wink, wink, and blush, blush.