Kiss 2

My lips seek yours in a moment suspended in time
I tremble for I know this is the kiss that counts
What happens next will either be bliss
or a burning of passion
Tentatively I brush my lips to yours
Applying more pressure until I, with my lips,
beg for more
And receiving permission, I explore you with sweet abandon
Our tongues vying for control
Soon we must break for air
But not before one last moment of heaven
Again! I think, over and over
I want to be sated but that is impossible
For you are nectar from the gods
And I’ll never get enough
Our kiss breaks, slowly,
I nip at your lower lip,
A reminder I was there.....


RavenWolf
~2001~



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