In This Kiss

Feeling the wash of warmth up her skirt
His voice deep and gravely, his humour wry and smooth
Words spiralling out of his mouth like a hand between her legs
A rough, dry-palmed, wiry man’s hand
with fingers like sausages, tendons like cords
Pulsing with electricity, tantalizing with
just a moment’s hesitation
Then sliding further along
Tracing over the softness of her thighs
Tingling trails ripple behind
Depositing a wake of wanting.

She arches against him, curls into him
He gathers her in his muscular arms
Simultaneously so safe and begging to be ravished
She pushes her hands up his belly
Tugs tiny hairs with her teeth
Slides her tongue in an oval
Tracing his belly button
Nipples distended, face flushed hot
He flexes his shoulders, traces the smooth ball of hers
Rubs up over her hips, pinch by the waist
Glides lower and cups her ass
Grabbing the roundness, squeezing like a lifeline
With swift motion pulls her deeper into him
Crushing the babe against his beating chest
Between the ribs, coated in her flowing mane
Tilts her chin, those eager full lips, begins to descend
The world freezes, the universe implodes
Every kind of high encapsulated in this kiss.