painted

sliding
quietly
into my mind

taken
easily
into my arms

wet lips
so hot
to the touch

fingers
dancing
brushing ~ sliding

circling
aimlessly
that spot...(you know the one)

losing
control
wanting only more

savor
your taste
madness in skin

feeling
you push
against my love

driven
together
by primal need

we rise
to meet
our perfect rapture

in nothing more than the thought of you...I am transported