Her Lips and Him

Her Lips

Him

the quiver comes first then the parting to reveal its inner sanctuary softly bending her lower lip with prodding from what at first appears a stranger she allows its pink interior to be exposed ready to receive my urgent mouth no longer the stranger we meet halfway but there is no halfway only full swollen thrusts of tongue and soul that bend and move to the rhythm of our hearts reaching out for each other as though we cannot live without the breath of the other so it is we cannot we won't those lips are mine are hers are ours

goodness!  he amazes me,  he touches me  as if eternal ethereal  moves me  higher  than the skies but keeps grounded on top  of  right here inside of right now again and again every  moment every breath every touch joyous unbearable lightness of being with him in his arms on his lips inside his soul i lose control and let it be just you and me as i am floating away in a sweet haze of ecstasy...