your lips take me
like a snipper in
a WW II movie
i fold at the knees
caving in to your touch
it is
with your magic fingers,
tingling at my stones,
your lips take me
as if you are mistress
of pleasure
your lips take me in
and i slide out of reality
into the world of never never
and yes
that feels good
oh so good
your lips say it all
with textural devotion
your lips take me
in the leanto protection
of retrospect
as i tense up against
the wood floor
thinking of voyeurs,
the wonderful wilderness
of your lips
and where they take me