That kiss you gave to me…. the one where you had your wide eyes closed softly. Standing taller than me while pressing your cheek against mine. Arms on my hips holding tight…. not tight enough to hurt me, but secure enough to hold my position gently puckered up against me saying in so many words through none how much you love me. my caramel tones almost clone who’s just a few shades lighter than I. having my arms around your neck while your facial cushions meet mine. I can somehow see it all through my closed eyes due to knowing the look of every inch that is yours and mine…. feeling you here and I there, knowing what your face looks like when you do this and when I do that…. 3 hundred & 60 degree visions of it all in my head with a warm sun provided spotlight from a heavenly surface. writing about this one moment that will last in my mind for a lifetime just because I miss my baby. had that taste in my mouth that you get when you eat something sweet and when it’s done your buds go sour and you want more. gimme all that sweet caramel.
Won’t let it drip and go to waste cuz’ that taste is too exquisite to be wasted. So I go back for more before you can part far enough from me to end our silent vows of love and affection. I try to come back slow. Not push my face onto yours too hard so my desire won’t show. A fire burns hot in my chest so my breathing gets heavy. It’s all in a good way but it feels kind of scary…. But oh so very lusty…. Wet but not musty, if you know what I mean. I would make something rhyme with dream during this kissing scene but that’s to obvious. I wanna do more than play tongue games with your face. Separate our embraces and get in between my shoe laces…. Crawl spaces…. Whatever you wanna call them; the areas in which, if you hit, I cannot resist but to let Scorpion free. The pleaser inside of me to help you get…. Well…. Inside of me. But let’s not get too verbally kinky. Words don’t do shit for me.
I’ve never wanted to be killed softly before, but in other words, gently slay my horny state and help me get some sleep after. Waking up with a smile the morning after. Missing you now. Emotions making you a total disaster because you miss me too. At work…. staring at the ceiling…. cheesin MADD hard like Its me up there looking at you. Seeing all the faces I made along with the noises ringing in your ear oh so loud now. Feeling like I’m missing a puzzle piece between my legs now. Have you seen it though? It probably wouldn’t look like it should, but when I’m around there’s an instant connection…. Followed by erection and a better connection. Fits just fine. You don’t taunt me or tease me and I like that.
Usually bite on your neck like I’m starving for flesh. You make this sound of relief and that it feels so good…. I guess; Which I can presume since you don’t stop me…. Only moan for mercy. It’s so cute. But your not here so, what to do? What to do? Fully dressed so I’m completely stressed about what comes next in this scene. All alone in my bed daydreaming…. Using them to create a sexy scandal when I see you again. I mean when I get the opportunity to feel you again. This can really go on for days in different ways with me creating different scenes for you to visualize and climax…. But I suggest you just read more of my poetry to get your fix.