I want your lips,

Their kiss upon my body like a gentle caress,

Tumbling against mine like a hurricane,

Twisting and turning making everything else move aside,

When your lips are in play there is no room for anything else.

You use your lips like a tool,

Unlocking and unhooking,

Undoing me,

Releasing the casing so you can see what lies under my chassis,

See what problems you must fix.

When your lips grace my neck with their presence,

A low moan escapes mine which only serves to drive you on,

When they dance across my collarbone and then lower,

They tease my nipples into rocks and my world is already on fire,

At this point I will do anything you ask.

I crave your lips,

Lower,

On the hidden set of mine where I know you will bring my every fibre into life,

The world could end and I would just be in too much bliss to notice,

And then you leave and I become empty.

I miss your lips,

The way they whispered loving notions into my desperate ears,

The way they kissed my forehead as I was falling into sleep,

I miss the way they drove away those that doubted me,

But I miss the person that you only let me see.