The touch it burns
Fingers trailing questioning lingering
You lick your lips yearning
arms wrapped tight
A question in my eyes and pleasure on my lips
Your fingers brush my hips
A small moan is my acceptance
And now you don’t hold back
We settle in this well known dance
You fill me up
Your breathing quick
My eyes search yours lips part with every moan
A gasp escapes my lips
You stop it with a gentle kiss
And so we lay entangled
As we try to slow our beating hearts