Kiss Me

Softness, lips
this stolen kiss
Taste your tongue
as it slips
Explores, this wet
this warm moment
Pulling, sucking
nipping, brushing-
Put your hands upon my skin
and beg for me to let you in
I’ll open beneath Desire’s flush
and live with you, this numbing rush.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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