Lickety Split

I love to see you smile as pleasure plays upon your face. This sweet embrace, a sticky kiss, dissolves the self into a bliss that runs from nose to tippy toes and back again. Your fingers pull me closer to the center of expanding joy, your strength surprising to this happy lap dog. Wagging tails, and wagging tongues, until at last the chorus of your cries resounds inside our cozy room. Lips, and lips, and lips slide easily from side to side as, damp and weak, you bask within the flush and glow. I love you so.