lips that stain this satin skin with whispers of love,
goosebumps appearing on smooth surface,
with every puff of breath coming from kisses
pressed against the innocence of my being.
oh how i love the way your lips dance
on this flesh that burns with quiet anticipation,
for the searing kisses that you smilingly bestow
on parched land craving for that soft pressure of
lips that cling so familiarly on places already discovered.
surrendering to the exquisite feel of lips on skin,
this heavenly bliss cannot be replaced nor replicated,
for your love is translated to every pressed kiss
that this body has been asking for for so long.
-The Elusive Scribe 060613-