Lips so sweet wet and warm,
How they make the butterflies swarm.
A touch so tender upon my skin,
Causes a subtle euphoric grin.
Eyes that speak and the stories they tell,
To merely gaze upon them my eyes do well.
My full and engorged heart skips beat,
Each and every time we meet.
But just a graze of the hand does to the,
A flurry, a storm a blizzard in me.
Fiery passion so stirs and flowing abound,
Anticipation and desire for that sweet sound.
I love you rolls of the lips and I cant help but feel,
Nothing in life has ever felt so real.