My lips

My lips tingle upon heated skin
Canvas of temptation soft and pure
Worthy of my artful strokes
Curling corners and burning edges

Frameing wanting moans
To hang from my desires
My lips writing the passage
In the bindings of her fire

My quill brands her mine
As I drink from her well
Inking her desires with lashings
Feeding off the Braille that swell

Tasting her salty lust that surefaces
Wet passion greeting me
The flavor of wet brushed desire mixing
A color unseen

As my lips sinically smile
I watch her unravel
Exposing her secrets
For me to inhale