The First Kiss

His finger traced gently from her ear to her chin.
He lifted her face to see sweet sin.
Had no choice but to kiss her soft lips.
And board passion’s ride for a magical trip.
She felt electricity in his touch.
An overwhelming urge as she gazed on up.
Swooned as her lips met his oncoming kiss.
Which set tingles alight, a rush of pure bliss.
They lost control, taken, possessed by lust.
Tongues spiral intertwined, an urge, a must.
Breathing in each others heavy breaths.
At one together, alone, there’s no one else.
Hands grasping each other never to let go.
Feeling the love, tangible, feeling the soul.
Soaring together, taking flight for the stars.
And this just the first kiss, this just the start.

Divinity’s Dish

My tongue roams about your body,
Taking in all of your tastes.
Licking soft sweet skin,
Not one inch or morsal left to waste.
Seeking your most potent flavours,
The flavours I favour above all.
And there I settle to savour,
To please my palate and soul.
My tongue drawing delights,
Drawing forth senses that overwhelm.
Your body giving me everything,
Both captors of feminine spells.
My tongue roams your body,
In search of that heavenly myth.
Only to find it to be all too real,
To find nirvana in you and divinity’s dish.