patsey

May I lie down beside you and draw you into myself?

May I smell the scent of your hair and feel the your breath in the hollow of my neck.

May I trace the curve of your ear and the line of your jaw?

May I taste the softness of your lips and the curve of your neck?

May I rest in the comfort of your breast, and trace the pink summit of my desire?

May I listen to you breathe and watch the shimmering quiver of your desire?

Oh please let me kiss the flat plain of your belly and soft rise of your mons;...that my warm breath may gently blow across your garden and awaken the flower within.

And in the end, being conquered by soft kisses, you will find the final crushing bliss that lives at the tip of my tongue.