Your Lips
by kwanza
How sweet and succulent your lips
like purple grapes blossoming lusciously
I want to tickle and envelope me
Holding/Enfolding secret spots
Unhide bearings of love
That rise in attention and response
To your tenderness/Your mind
Body and Soul
Your tongue/Your breath in my ear
Singing/Rhythms of your heart desire
Living heat from within
Bursting/flowering red and blue
Blossoms in full bloom
Curling fingers and toes
Sending pleasure to tips
Sunrises and sunsets –
The unknown horizons
Of your time and space
On mine/In mine
Molten depths/Flames in ears
Slippery/flicks/Licks down the back
Of my neck/My hands over your breasts
(And that bootey)
Squeezing Surfing waves of ecstasy
And longing/Generating shivers that run down
My thigh/Up the spine/The breadth of your shoulders
And tingle the small of your back
Yes I remember your lips/How sweet and succulent
Like purple grapes