About kisses

I'd lose myself
with my lips on your back;
I would write a sonnet
with the tip of the tongue,
between the shoulder blades
to feel you tingle.

I'd profit of your thrills,
and your languor,
to go lower.
I'd make you turn, then,
to caress your beautiful buttocks
while I sink my tongue
in your torrid navel.
I would beg you then,
on my knees,
to let me go down further
and ...
I would spend an eternity to kiss
in the place of my dreams.

I'd like. instead,
that your kisses
would become bites;
in blood, or almost:
I would love to
feel your teeth in my flesh
You could vent
on the lobes of my ears,
on the neck,
on the lips ...
But I would ask you,
please,
to be cruel, extremely cruel,
with my nipples.
I'll hug you tight against my body
while you give me pain and pleasure,
and you'd feel, my erection
press and grow strongly
between your breasts.

I'd wonder,
at this point,
if you would like
to be grabbed by the hair
on the nape
and be thrust
to devour me
lower

Would YOU?