Ruby Lips

Ruby red lips, but lips not kissed by the wine The warmth of your kisses, better than the vine Cool and smooth not from Crème Brule It’s between soft sheets where together they lay Passion that burns no heating required Growing to love you, your words love inspired Lovers entwined as one body and mind Love that comes late, but still there to find Fingers exploring the wonder of another's skin Burning finger tips round a face, down a chin Traveling down, breaths held, hearts skip a beat Tongues battle for supremacy, kisses hot and sweet. Tongues moist and hot, nipples standing firm Awaiting the entry for which they both yearn Passion explodes in blessed release A feeling to capture, relaxing in peace. © 22/11/2102 GG