Romantic journey

It starts with a touch
(and at first)
we kiss with respect
Your tongue and breath beseech
my neck for that warm and secret arousal,
a deep pulsing heat that leaves you dizzy with delight
at hearing my conquered sigh.
Your insistence smooths
and caresses my doubts
Softly yielding,
I sink into the rush of your touch.
Claws dig into flesh
and reddin the skin
awakening his aching rod further
to throb against my swollen and trembling,
moist
     (rapport)
           (escape)
        (adventure)
lips.
Ahh...yes
-Travel with me-
please
Blast into and push through those boundaries within
Dive into my most secret depths
Allow me to delicately absorb your passion,
and the self that is you,
in ways that only I can
Yet never mistakenly pass that point of too much.
Yes, come with me to that brink
until
I can't help but scream
Let us touch
to be touched
And bring to each other
anything
and everything.