Taste My Lips

Cinnamon flavoured lips
taste and tease free moans
tremors are starting low
as kisses are softly sown

lifting to fill your mouth
and sliding to find our niche
don't roll your eyes around
its not time to go to sleep

sliding the volume low
rising to meet the plains
Ecstasy calls with shouts
and shadow whispers your name

rolling the carpets edge
in fingers that grasp to hold
bodies become as one
and spooning begins the mold

I glazed your eyes in glass
and your mouth does drip in awe
baby you want a hand?
getting up off the floor