Your kiss never once
strayed from these lips,
I still taste that night.
The moonlit glade we met in,
spring air laced in thick dew,
the only other taste more heavenly
is the sweetness soon to be licked.
Your breath becomes a muted gasp,
mine groaned in a deep ancient hunger,
vibtated with a scarce passion
screaming to life once again.
We begin to seamlessly connect,
lost limbs that have returned home,
spent from their prolonged absence.
I won’t say a word,
I will just fold into you.
I will just fold into the places
that fingers and tongues
have never been able to graze,
the places marked as mine.
Do you feel me pressing through now?
Your body never once
strayed from this flesh,
I can still taste you melting.
The moonbeams loomed over us,
some nocturnal light touching,
illuminating the sweet exposed dew,
the only nectar to slake this thirst.
Your breath and eyes became a flash,
embers fleeing deep into the night,
mine groaned in a longing
that I couldn’t transcribe
Something once so lost now
beginning to scream to life again.
I just wanted to stay wrapped together
beyond the sudden bare rush,
the drift inside you where we feel
like our beings have returned home.
Not on the precipice of darkness,
not some phantogram caress.
I won’t say a word,
I will just fold into you.
I will fold into the corners,
trace exactly where you bloom,
the hidden crevices that can’t be
tasted with a curious tongue,
the places that only I have known.
Do you feel me pressing through now?
