Our First Kiss

All these dark and secret places only I have known and explored. The hidden other-world of lips and teeth and tongue. Mine alone for these many years. The tastes, both bitter and sweet. The feel of my mouth, the sensitive swollen softness of my bottom lip between a gentle bite. I scrape it along my teeth. Hidden in plain sight, a constant awareness in the back of my mind. So busy, in motion, often habitual. Then two worlds meet… I taste your lips, their texture and shape. Flashes of lightning track from the tip of your pink tongue through my core. I am aware of my womb for the only time it has known pleasure instead of pain as a sweet tension and ache begins there. A million nerves come alive as the muscle in my mouth twists and licks, getting to know your smile from behind your teeth. We dance in this inner world, the most intimate communication I've ever known. How very strange it is to desire someone else's spit! I shake my baffled head at this but, yes, let me sip at that sweet nectar like a little hummingbird… as I hummmm…