Vertical Smile

You kissed me.

I love the wet kisses of your wet lips.
It was an open mouthed invitation
To touch you intimately with my mouth.
Then my tongue slid in and out of you
In a ‘so sexual’ cadence.

“I want you to posses my body” you whispered.

It was easy for me to comply,
As I began to open the curtains of your being.
My tongue was tenderly persistent,
And my mouth was pleasure-giving,
As we both enjoyed a slow, slow build up.

I searched to find you
And like a romantic dance of seduction
There wasn't an inch of you that I didn't taste.

My parted lips followed the curve
And quietness between your breasts
And I kissed and sucked and licked
Working my way along your entire landscape
And moistening every hill and valley
My lips and tongue could touch
Until I arrived at your flower garden,

My tongue skillfully played with your hair strings
And my lips brushed kisses along your thighs
Encouraging the glistening dew to roll off
Like crimson petals falling from a rose
All the while my bun warming hands moved
To caress your buttocks.
As I ran my finger along its crease.

Moaning—you lifted your hips upward
And relaxed your cheeks to allow me in.
My tongue speaks to your sex
And the pleasure it has for you.
You replied by slowly rotating your hips
And washing my face with the lips of your vertical smile
At last, you release it,
And I take in every warm drop of you.