Kisses

Kisses soft as flower pedals are placed from your wrist to your neck.
They send messages to your mind, alerting you that it is time for sex.
It's time, for the lights to dim as if the sun itself is descending.
Soft bites to your nipple tips cause your body to start bending.

Neck craned, Back arched, no time for pretending.
As genuine as anger itself, this is real pleasure she was presenting.
With mere seconds after her cool down, her body temperature will again rise.
Panties slid off, legs spread, kisses on the inner thighs.

Then kisses on the lips, the ones up top left alone.
I trace the outline with my tongue, her mouth waters with a moan.
Lips bit, teeth clenched, trying not to scream my name.
My tongue moves in and out against her walls, she swears she going insane.

Her toes tingle, her legs shake.
Her body was sleep before this, but now it awake.
Orgasm after orgasm, level of pleasure hard to obtain.
Bed soaked, completely drenched, as if forecasted for hard rain.