The passion

                                                   I
                               can taste your lips, my heart skips
                          as my fingertips brush over your hips. No reprieve
                    as your body heaves as you breathe. My arms interweave
                with you as my mind disbelieves it’s you. I feel your skin pebble
              as my hands go rebel exploring, adoring, lust roaring, heat soaring;
          intensity trebles. Your soft lips get a peck before my mouth heads south
         toward your neck. My hands they check each speck as they trek and my
        tongue leaves glistening flecks on your neck as you reflexively shiver, your
    breath quivers and I take care to explore each sliver of you. I want to deliver to
 you, be the giver to you.  My hands on your thighs, I look at your eyes, hear your
   sighs over the cries of my mind’s cyclone. My mind blown: you let our your first
     moan. You and I alone, the moan begins to drone as my fingers linger and
      find the zone, my lips with a life of their own have purpose that can’t be
       postponed. I feel you hands in my hair, tying knots and ensnared while
        I take care, don’t dare to share this affair. Entwined together,
            mind in the ether, combined for what feels forever. The
              density of the intensity increases exponentially
                 and you scream for me…. I picture 
                                                              this

                                                                    each
                                                                         
                                                               time

                                                          we

                                                 kiss.