My breath quickens
at the sight of those lips
soft as a flowers petal,
moist as the morning dew.
My fingers tremble
at the feel of their softness,
tracing their delicate shape
as if created from silk.
My mouth quivers
at the vision of those lips
swollen, slightly parted
being so close to mine
My heart races
as your softness is touched
seeking a deeper kiss
capturing my warm breath.
My flesh tingles
as this tongue deftly slides,
slips between, imprisoned
by those soft parted lips.
My head spins
drinking from that fountain
containing your essence
intoxicating me.
My body melts
when I hear a soft moan
knowing that with this kiss
I have tasted your soul.