Form: Free Verse
Your lips quiver in
a pressing motion
as my tongue lingers
on the dew drop
of secretion that is mine
as I gloss your lips
to the heightened state
of arousal
In your eyes I see
the undoing of your modesty
the shyness before surrender
as I take command of the passion
stirring in your body
guiding your desires with
casual touches
in the laid-back caresses
of my intent
My words enticing
the actions of lust
as I invite you to release
your suppressed desires
to the heat of the moment
and as you sigh falling
like a butterfly into the void
of sensual oblivion
I wonder
do you see me smile?
© JG Farmer 2019
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