Tension

Knotted me up
With your lip balm
And the creases in
Fitted leggings

Evanescent little moans
Through your kisses
Reverberating
For me to listen

To the
Wonderous sights
Eyes wide open
Synchronized

To see you flush red
As you run your hands
Up my chest
And across my neck

Playing with each other’s hair
Hearing sighs in my ear
While I feel places
No one else would dare

How can one being
Be so opalescent
And taste
So perfect

How can a set
Of serious lips
Be condensed and melted
To this state of satisfaction

These cheeks at once
Reddened
By a machine gun of love
Peppering all around a face

Dripping with intention
Yet to be seen
We can stop at this border
But not next time maybe