Dreams of Kisses

Dreams of Kisses



Dreams of kisses
shared so intimately
an insatiable hunger for touch
taste, smell and sight
too long apart
Xing the days like convicts
our sentence this blight of distance
and weave of lives kept apart

but now, tonight, I hold my dream
smelling of lavender, nutmeg, and sex
each kiss draws her nearer to ecstasy
my hands free her slowly
a button here, a zipper there
leaving her half shrouded
half clothed as hands free her breasts
releasing them from silk bondage

her faced flushed
as if remnants of virginity remain
she squirms close
and moans as fingers mold
to heat of flooded cotton
slip between fabric and skin
and bury deep into her clutching core

white lace slides down and cast aside
biting kisses suck their way
to simmering sex now throbbing
she cries out at first touch
of flicking tongue tracing softest lips
to hidden pleasure now exposed
by her finger holding her flower apart

I strain against the rhythm
her hips cast against the rough sea
with my wicked nimble tongue as the oar
guiding her through the storm's passion
incessantly it spanks against fiery nerves
drawing her ever closer to blissful agony
flooding my face with her pleasure




By nutbuster