Never have I felt anything so soft
until I finally felt your lips upon my thoughts.
Until my fingertips had the opportunity to trace the desires inscribed uopn the tablet of your heart.
Now as I give account of our deliscious ascension
the aftertaste of your passion is an evocative pastime
of the way our tongues explored the depths of compatability.
In that same lucid state of mind that you fell I can still feel my arms around you
as we both embrace the perception of me never wanting to let you go;
to somehow always hold on to what we've found in each other.
At this moment, I want nothing more
than to bathe myself in every drop from those warm places
and lose myself in the bittersweet taste of your femininity.