kiss.

i am on a role with my erotica poetry. so the preceding sentence serves as a disclaimer for the faint of heart. stop now if you suffer from sever prude-ism cause until my bout of celibacy is over, i have to get a release in some kind of way!!!

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her lips are like pillows
clouds of heaven that dance amongst my tongue like petals basking in the sunlight and fawning over it's warmth
if her mouth is heaven
then i am grateful for eternal life
my time on earth wouldn't matter
if her kiss caused me to die
i am drawn to her affection like a moth to a flame
i indulge in my desire for her
forgetting everything

even my name

i crave the taste of her like an addict on a crazed binge
perhaps i need rehab
because she is my heroin
and if i am supposed to be the saint upon men
then forgive me,
because her kiss is my permanent sin

thoughts of her lips upon my lips
cloud my sense of judgement until i am void of all other thoughts
im so smitten by her existence
that i tend to get lost

it seems to me
that if her kiss is a disease
then i yearn to be infected
rather than deny myself of the perfection of her kiss
and remain protected

her kiss
soft and warm
hard and long
sweet and seductive
gentle, but strong

i moan to myself from the memories of foggy car windows
and drenched panties
as she hands me the tools of desire thru her lips
our tongues dance a tango to the unsyncopated rhythm of our uneven breathing
as i pull her close
and grab her hips

i wince in pleasure as she bites my bottom lip in excitement
my body whispers sounds of arousal
unable to hide it

i love this shit.
i fucking love this shit.
i cant help but dig the way out erotic time is spent...

[[to be continued]]