I ask if I may kiss you.
You just smile; no answer is necessary.
My initial kiss is just a flirting of our lips.
My tongue lightly flicking -
Like I am asking, "Do you want me?"
The tip of my tongue runs all around your lips.
Touching every part,
Inside and out -
Over and over again.
Tickling you, tickle, tickle, goes my tongue.
Now I press my lips gently to yours.
Rubbing your lips back and forth against mine.
My kisses are hot and fast.
I cannot rest long in any one place.
I have such a need to go on.
I trail kisses of passion all over your face.
Then back to your mouth.
Our tongues dance together.
We are exploring.
I circle your tongue with the tip of mine.
You echo the pattern back to me.
I lick the sides, underside and the top.
You echo back.
I suck your lower lip.
You echo back.
We repeat, repeat, repeat.
The sensations are driving our emotions.
We are wild for each other.
You thrust your tongue in and out.
The movements are rhythmic and stabbing.
Simulating our love making.
I ask again, do you want me?
I can tell that you do.
No words are necessary.
Where do I begin
to tell a story of how great a love can be,
the sweet love story that is older than the sea,
the simple truth about the love she brings to me?
Where do I start?
With her first hello
she gave a meaning to this empty world of mine.
There'd never be another love, another time.
She came into my life and made the living fine.
She fills my heart,
she fills my heart with very special things,
with angel songs, with wild imaginings.
She fills my soul with so much love
that anywhere I go I'm never lonely.
With her along who could be lonely?
I reach for her hand, it's always there.
How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now but this much I can say:
I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away
and she'll be there.
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