Before our lips even meet, I want to see it coming.

Warn me with your eyes,

Then reach out your hand to mine—

And stop.

Give me a wicked smile before you slowly pull me towards you.

As our bodies meet,

Lift your other hand up to the crook of my neck.

Stroke it with your thumb,

All the while, searing those beautiful eyes of yours

Deep into mine.

Now that I know for sure, this is happening—

You can lower your lips

To my lips

And slowly, scorchingly, kiss me.

Lips only, to begin with.

Then, gentle tongue probing,

Along with more gentle hair tugging,

Fingers running down the back of my neck

And my spine.

Pull me even closer

So that I can feel you’re enjoying this

As much as I.

Move your lips to my neck.

Nibble and gently suck

Until my knees start to give way

And you have to drop both hands to my waist

To support me.

Move back to my lips now,

And tease me with gentle nips

And more soft tongue action.

Then, slowly, peel your lips away from mine

And leave me the same way you arrived,

Boring your eyes

Into my eyes,

With a promise of more deliciousness

To come.

Relephant:

Kissing You. {Poem}

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Author: Hilda Carroll

Image: Flickr/Ashley Harrigan

Editors: Yoli Ramazzina; Caitlin Oriel