The air arrives warm and moist from your lips and the scent is one of Love's Lust Your lips caress mine and slowly you open them with your silken tongue to find mine - waiting Your eyes are deep within my very own Is it my Soul, you seek - or something beyond? The night is silent and so, are you as further you push within my mouth until - what I have given is partly returned And it sends me into a frenzy of feelings and I toy with the taste and return it, so gently to your tongue and lips of fire The pleasure has exceeded my expectation and your sighs send me into the darkness of your being until you beg to rest one moment more But, I have something to give you something I have tasted something from you as slowly, The air arrives warm and moist from MY lips and the scent is one of Love's Lust...... 1996 Thomas Lee Rhymes - written WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1996
Reason for writing:
Inspired by a moment in Time - with a Lover unequaled - by a Passion overwhelming.
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