Ever Deeper Grows Our Kiss
On the rug down by the fire
I place butterfly kisses on your neck
Devoted eyes devour you
With each and every peck,
As I hover above you
Flames flickering in the grate
Our lips the merest touch away
From the kiss we eagerly await.
We feel the passion building
As ever deeper grows our kiss
We feel the urge to tear at clothing
but expert fingers will resist,
Shirt and blouse buttons popping
Fuel our passionate intensity
Now there can be no stopping
The spark that flies from you to me.
Like a favoured steed I'm ridden
With a slow but sexy skill
I'm content to do your bidding
As you ride me harder still .
Breathless whispers encourage
My stamina is unsurpassed
Until that sweet and tender moment
At last , At last , At last.
I think I know the reason
For passion such as this
The secret lies in knowing
The power of the kiss.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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