Kissing your lips

You felt so perfect, as you dripped, from your lips; are the softest, my fingers slip, up-n-down, the sides of it. Both touched, off the topic; their taste still lingers on my upper lip; the fragrance alone, makes me want to take another sip. Roses are red; but I wish the smelled like this. The feeling of your warmth; coiled around my lips; my tongue tied, then zig-zagged; your finish came with a twist. So turned on; from - sucking on your lips, each kiss, teasing you- now, we are both so slick; followed it, with another slow lick: as I notice. I love the - feeling of this, and its the moments like this; that make me want to permanently ad-dress an issue; such as this - for easier access: I'll seal it with a kiss.