He gathers me against him, 

Searching my eyes for passion,

Nudging our noses,

Caressing my cheek.

I feel the surging tide of desire between us.

Does he think me afraid? 

Or feel the fire in my trembling.

I smell him; 

Coconut in his shampoo, 

Sandlewood in his cologne, 

Then a scent all his own. 

His thumb traces my lips,

Gently opening them, 

Preparing me. 

Waiting for his kiss is the moment between thunder and lightning. 

He whispers into my parted lips

Sweet words of affection;

And I lower my lids.

He kisses me.

Lips soft at first, 

Tiny sips of my mouth,

Before hearts beat faster,

And mouths crush together with fervor. 

I see a new world with my eyes shut, 

Clinging to him,

Kissing him back, 

Breathing his breath.

His tongue disappears inside my mouth, 

Sweeping across mine,

Deepening our intimacy, 

Fucking my mouth with his kiss. 

We melt together,

And with this taste of him,

I know I need more.