Your sweet breath upon my lips,
Brushing gently against my own,
So lightly and softly, like the touch
Of a fairy child on a flower
Your mouth encapsulates my own,
Desire and need erupt from within.
I melt away from the rest of the world,
Dissolving, becoming part of you.
Tongues dance, engaging in pas de deux,
Teasing, playing, speeding and slowing,
Smoothly subsiding, and I hear
Your voice, whispering in my ear,
But I am too lost in your rapture
To remember what you said.