Lips Whispered On Skin

An invisible line draws me to you.
Creating a need to be near you.
My lips want to feel your skin,
1 million nerves firing.
From the barest of touches,
Sending electric impulses,
Throughout your form.
 
Close your eyes and just feel.
 
A whispered kiss,
Under the ear.
On a pulse.
 
“Don’t touch me”
 
Relax.
 
As my lips stroll,
You are trying to control,  
Your breaths.
As the path I follow,
Is met with a deep hollow.
A warm exhale enters the hole.
A Loud swallow,
 as you barely hold control.
Continuing my journey.
I have a choice to make.
Should I build this pleasure,
Into an ache, that matches.
The pounding of a bass drum?
Or go on my way,
Till I make it to the point,
Where you are nothing more than,
A vibrating body of need.
‘Please’ you indicate,
With a rise and a roll,
From hips directing me
where to go.
Forward it is.
My lips you felt.
Licked to wet,
 by the tongue.
And what you delt.
(I will end it here since this is going more into oral than stimulation of lips on the skin)