the sensualness,
of her lips---
tasting,
touching,
carassing
my own
leaves me in a state of---
anxious-moistness...
just the thought of
her fingers,
her tongue,
exploring my body
discovering THY palace
not as an intruder;
NO!
but as a wanted guest
I, her host,
there to sustain
entertain
maintain her needs
wants---
as she fulfills,
my expectations
as our bodies
come together
in a night
of lover's ectasy