Impressions

Press into my lips
The kiss of stolen hours
Lying golden on my skin
In moments spent entwined

Press into my neck
The jagged pleasure pain
Of lover’s teeth
In possession of my throat

Press into my breasts
The sun browned hands
Tempting rising peaks
And pebbles of my landscaped form

Press into my navel
The dip of velvet tongue
Sipping from my body’s
Chalice of inspiration

Press into my rising thighs
The driving need that meets
In the juncture of that hidden valley

Lay to waste my doubts and fears
In the night misted blue veil
Of morning

As I press my heated flesh
Into you