Love Poetry By DaLovePoet and CC

Touch of Your Lips


In my fantasies I feel your lips
Pressing so urgently on mine,
Trailing slightly beneath the touch,
Teasing me to need more and more.

Arousing sleeping senses as my
Blood pulses -- desiring, anticipating
The feel of your sweet breath,
Being tenderly caressed by your sweet lips.

My desire is getting out of control.
I need your lips pressed against mine
As I taste your honey-like sweetness.
My lips want your touch so badly.

Our mouths gently touch;
Your tongue tortures the contours of my lips.
I feel your quickening desire
And the pounding of your heartbeat.

Our passion is out of control
As our lips are locked in desire.
Our bodies are molded to one another
As you carry me off to another dimension.

Mike Diaz and Carol Cathey

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07/25/00