Too close,
too much,
it's a moment of weakness,
the yearning, since years, for a single touch!
his hands lift up,
and caress a pale face,
as his lips find yours,
drinking in thy saccharine taste.
Thy long fingers bury in his nape,
feeling the softness of his amber curls,
as he delves deep into thy mouth,
with his witty tongue!
His rough palms hold your slender waist
in a tight grip,
you moan his name in a deep baritone,
right against his swollen lips.
And then lips fall apart in need of breath,
a flaming desire gleams bright,
and as you lean to steal another forbidden kiss,
I write you, a dream, in rhyme!