Kisses Between Kisses

xmoonlitxkissesx3's picture

Kiss.
You life my shirt off.
I lift off yours.
I run my fingers across
your toned, firm torso,
between kisses,
caressing your tightly packed abs,
slowly finding my way
to your waist and belt buckle.
Kiss.
I feel you find my
waist and buckle and
it loosens, oh, so slowly,
leaving me in suspense.
Between kisses,
we both make our way
to the bed across the room
buckles left behind.
Kiss.
Pants and tender kisses
accompany intertwining limbs.
Similarities at the waist,
that are overruled by chemistry,
between kisses,
are exposed and we enjoy
each other's state of life
with the passion coming to a peak.
Kiss.
Chills,
pulses,
moans,
groans,
between kisses.
Sighs.
Caresses.
One final kiss.

Comments

whateversexual_llama's picture

*Drool* Be yourself. 'Cause

*Drool*

Be yourself. 'Cause if you're busy being somebody else, who's gonna be you?

shawnie_09's picture

i liked it

i liked ur poem itz very deep