The Language of Your Soul Is Written On Your Lips

The Language of Your Soul is Written on Your Lips Heat nor sweat could contain lips hungering for the dialect of a soul written passion formed syllables of desire round breath and skin arching pressing to fit the puzzle of bodies where each sensation curves loosening arching Touch could not define though by design caressed deep inside each spontaneous kiss separated and joined with softness wet wanting revealed secret given and taken between eyes arms breasts and legs Tracing each scythe of beauty voicing a moment composed in eternity its mantle parted and penetrated lifting by strength and tenderness lovers exposed in fullness Ardour nor sex could restrain a kisses need for food its sustenance the symphony of loves deliverance composing sensuality carving and craving the syllabus of rapture within panting flesh spanning such urgent wanting completing mystery where singly and separately excitement reaches out to another person Lays subdued in languid drifting a moment to lift from sleeping the heat and sweat which could not contain lips still longing for the language of your soul