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