Addicted to His Kiss

Soft, gentle yet demanding.
Taunting, teasing yet giving.
His soft smooth lips
Gently grazing
My own.
Swift licks
With his tongue
Searching,
Exploring,
My own mouth.
Sweet delight
A moan escapes
From my own body
With each electric shock.
Arms around my back
Pulling me in closer.
Hips touching,
Pressing together
Never ending ecstasy.
Unimaginable desire.
Dancing, circling
Quick, quick, slow
The tango of tongues.
Fingers entwined
In his hair
Protected desires unleashed
Out of control
It has to stop. . .

Bodies still close,
Eyes glistening down,
Deeply into my own.
The release.
Dizzying.
Barely avoiding
A fall,
A jump into his arms.
Passion so strong
Nearly undeniable urge
To begin our dance again.