The Kiss

ends and begins
when our lips
reluctantly and finally

part, mine rising to your
softly shuttered eyes,
feeling each lash

with my probing hungry tongue
before descending
to the delicacy of your neck,

tasting the onrush
of the hot blood pulsing through
your quickened heart,

my throbbing shaft sheathed in your clutching groove,
feeling each beat
as my mouth slides lower,

finds your life-giving nipple,
tracing its circumference,
teasing it with my tongue,

my fingernails sliding
down your shamelessly offered
naked flesh.

You gasp when
my mouth finds your other mound,
stealing its nurturance,

before my tongue roams
down your softly
quivering tummy, my hands now

pawing your breasts,
mauling them, kneading them,
as my mouth pounces on your throbbing

clit, and your hands reach down
to imprison my head, pressing it tightly
against you as I suck

this third and even more wondrous nipple,
and listen to your hastened breaths,
coming faster now as my tongue swirls

around your miraculous bud,
your thighs parted now,
flung carelessly over my shoulders like a winter scarf,

my hands holding them apart,
as my tongue penetrates your welcoming slit,
fucks it in pale imitation

of the fucking to come, sliding up and down your
groove, lapping your other crack,
rimming you, probing your most secret path, your hands

squeezing my head, urging it higher,
and I lap your delicious cunt and clit as you
buck on my wet face, my hands roving

over your sweet tummy, feeling its
every precious tremble as our breaths become
one, our beings become one, our cries

joining in the symphony of the night music,
announcing the sweet promise
of pleasures yet to come.