Titillation

First I'd grasp your virgin nape And pull you in for a passionate union Like fine silk, your hair will flow through my fingertips. Soon finding their way south, Removing everything in their way. Skin so smooth it's frictionless, My fingers would glide effortlessly across the contours of your body. The excitement surges through us the closer we get; Increasing our heartbeats to a low drone, Making our steady hands clumsily shake, Replacing logic with instinct. Our lips part with haste, As if there were no time for anything else. But as quick as they parted, my lips found new skin to familiarize; your neck, your collarbone, your chest, your stomach.. Reaching its final stop deferred Fragrant orifice rosy with jubilation Meets my lips with a jolt Which subsides into a purr A slight trill in reply to the stroke of my tongue The urges amplify with every touch Sending echoes of desire and pleasure In a state of hysteria Our bodies loose all control need and want become one And so do we By Nicholas A. Bello