This is all.... I need.
She told me, hugging me.
Her body pressed on me, causing a shiver to rip through me.
I touch her lips...
Soft and full.
How can these be so important.
Very much, I tell myself.
Because without her lips she wouldn't smile.
Without her lips she wouldn't kiss me so slow...
arousing parts of me.
Without her lips, she wouldn't part her lips, calling my name.
Beautiful lips.
Pink and teasing.
The color of a pink rose.
Teasing to be kissed, touched.
This is all.... I need.
Moist and red.
I kiss her, pushing gently for her to part them.
Oh, how she calls my name.
Oh, how she licks her lips, how they tease.
The warmth of her breath.
The taste of her, sending... Driving me into pure bliss.
She holds on tighter to my arms, the innocent motion, gave not the most innocent reply.
Pressing... Pushing... Grinding my hips into her... So gently that it was driving me insane.
Oh god! Pleasure... so insanely sweet.
Kissing now, pressing our lips again....
and again...
and again.
Totured in this sweet surrender....
"Do it again." I plead.
"Do what?" She questions.
"Kiss me." I smile.
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PoetryA poem about how important lips are important to a guy. Especially for kissing. 14+
