on your lips
providing moisture
for your kiss
on the way in your lean to me
providing the 'us' in lust
you are 't' in a game of mouse
and i am el gato
kiss me in the chase of dirty money
and let me nibble at nuance
the softness of your belly and
the flesh that bruises so easily
let me say there will be one more kiss
so i know there is a future
and the delicate motion of your tongue
will dance again in the ballet of bliss