Kisses in the South of France

(Inspired by the poem "My Flower" by Gypsy Red)
 
Flickering candlelight dances across the room
Bathing us both in gentle golden auras
 
Relaxed and comfortable, you lay before me open
As I begin, nibbling towards the south of France
 
Sweet aromatic bouquet fills the air, arousing me
Reminding me of other fêtes in the Côte d'Azur
 
As my lips meet yours, I hear your quiet moans
Coming from your distant mouth now so far away
 
The mood is soft and tender, nothing to hurry here
For tonight is all about you, your feminine pleasures
 
My kissing is varied, butterflies and hummingbirds
Dancing loving around the petals of your special flower
 
Frantic, grasping fingers run through my hair
Letting me know when you are close, reaching the brink
 
Then I stop, pause and blow a cooling breeze
My soft breath across your dampness, partly from me, mostly from you
 
Having teased you enough, left you dangling so mercilessly
I resume in earnest, determined to win your climax
 
Grabbing your hands, I hold them tight
Alternating between French kisses and French whispers
 
Finally you can take no more, the crest of lust is broken
Shuddering gasps, closed knees, and trembling all over
 
Repositioning, I look up and take you in, all disheveled
Quietly basking in your glow and your beauty, satisfied