I trace your contours with my tongue
and taste you with my lips.
Gliding fingers across soft skin,
riding undulating hips.
The taste of you amazing
as a flower’s morning dew.
Drinking in the essence
of the petals soft pink hue.
Press into me with all your dreams
and I’ll push into you.
As we’re sharing whispered screams
of passion breaking through.
We both succumb to pleasure,
your movements more subdued.
Gazing deep into your eyes
I love every taste of you.
