Romance

15

Sitting here,
My eyes tend to wander.
And my thoughts explore,
And ponder,
and crave more.

Crave more contact,
More touch,
More lip action,
More,
love.

Unintentionally hands Find warm cheeks,
That were cupped delicately,
By a lover now gone.

And fingertips gaze against Swollen lips already missing his.

Unconciously lips are licked and eyes are shut,
As thoughts just run.

The places where his arms held,
Burn in a manner of foreplay,

And fingers are already etched where Thighs were spread apart with circling lust.

Though no marks were left behind,
She could still feel her lovers eyes,
Trailing front her hips to her thighs,
and right back to doe like eyes.