your lips

Intimacy is magnificent,
when the scent of your skin gets to me
my mouth opens wide sliding my lip
up your legs and leaving a shivering thrill,

I gaze into your eyes knowing what to fulfill,
and than I slither my hand onto your hips
as your head bends down to see
and I wish I was significant,

instead I have become the serpent
that tempts, for what is to be
so in your moist joy I sip with my bottom lip
than your eyes close and stay still

changing the course of your heart beat, you feel thrill
moving through out your body like a cruise ship
that rides on top of the waves of the deep sea
my face crawls up your chest like an infant

waiting to be nurtured by your lips.