hands, fingers, lips, hearts

May 31, 2006

on a very warm summer night
the air is thick
breathing is a bit of a chore
more so with the anticipation

drawing in a deep breath of you
lapping of the waves
the tides of passion

sensations rocked by the pull
air is even warmer now
dripping with desire
i long to touch you
to be engulfed
selves melding
losing resistance

hands, fingers, lips, hearts
i am your finger
drawn to your tongue
tasting your essence
touching you

all i ask of you is complete surrender

Type: Poetry

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