Kiss

His Kiss...

His lips caress
Milky white skin
Tinting it pink
As passion rises

His tongue traces
Warm wet paths
Down trembling skin
Towards its goal

His mouth lingers
On puckered mounds
Soft moans escape
As ecstacy nears

His body works
Slowly downward
Teasing playfully
His captive prey

His tongue outlines
Wet pink flesh
Eliciting sighs
As he savors her

His mouth manipulates
The tender bud
Drawing her to euphoria
As her nectar flows

His hands embrace
Her heaving body
Trailing their way
To her face

His lips caress
Her quivering lips
Quenching the hunger
As love sighs