It was a heated desire
That burned deep between us.
A longing that filled the room
With a sense of urgency to fulfill those wonted desires.
Your lips meet mine.
They’re warm and soft.
And tender kisses give in to passionate mouth consuming ones.
Your tongue circling mine
Mine meeting yours
In rapid succession.
Your tongue pushes further
As your arms pull me in closer.
You run your hands across my body
Squeezing and caressing
I’m like putty in your arms
Softly I moan into your mouth and
Gently biting your bottom lip.
It pushes you further.
Your tongue continues to make this wonderful attack on my mouth
as my tongue dances around yours
trying to keep up.
I’m aware of the room watching us
But I don’t care.
I want you.
And you want me.
Quixotically Perfect 