Kissing You

Soft cherry lips to warm your cold hands. Your fingers like popsicles, just meant for my tongue to caress and love. Iced lips cool my brown skin as you traipse down my neck tickling my senses awake to your flirtatious intentions. Mmm... awake, I am dreamily into a state of euphoria. Your earthly scents entrance me as I grab the back of your head to taste your lips and tongue and neck and body. I love the way you feel in my arms. I love the way you smell in my arms. I love the way I feel in your arms, kissing you.