Velvet Desire

I remember the kiss of a woman
with lips of velvet desire
so covert;
and teasing softly with my tongue
until they part with eagerness
and meld with mine
as one

I remember those kisses
moving from my lips;
gentle and persuasive;
barely touching me.

I remember warm breath
fanning against my nipple
and me straining with desire;
arching my back
wanting more.

I remember seduction
as it tingles over me;
your kisses arousing
In their tenacity.

I remember the pressure of your hands,
to open up for you;
and still those velvet lips
continue their descent.

I remember the kiss of a woman
with lips of velvet desire,
kissing me soflty,
with warm breaths and nips;
and desire runs untamed,
as you capture my bud,
and drink the juices
from my velvet desire.