Taste the Heat

I see the sound of your breathing;
the ebb and flow of your air
feeding the soul I glimpse through your eyes.

I hear the silence of your heartbeat;
the rhythmic pulsing of your skin
beating against the faint tickle of my fingers.

I smell the sight of your wetness;
the glistening dew drops there
drawing my restless imagination to your reality.

I touch the aroma of your lust;
the scent of your womanhood
teasing my burning desire to be one with you.

I taste the heat of your passion;
the folds of your depth
welcoming my face to feast on your fineness.