staring at your lips
bracing like bow before the arrow
anticipate the future
interpretation, magic tarot

our lips touch; my heartbeat races
lips soft and thick like honied satin
inhale you in, breathe into me
speaking in tongues, romantic latin

fresh and sweet; mint chocolate chip
kiss sends chills right through my spine
let your power overtake us
feelings that taste like sparkling wine

I place my hand against your cheek
you run your fingers through my hair
drowning in this passion
and I’m not coming up for air