Your lips so soft and pink in appearance
They drive me crazy looking at them from a distance
They help make your face beautiful
I know I will dream of them
With light pressure my hard lips touch your soft pink lips
Lightly touching as if a light breeze touched the leaves on the tree above us
So smooth and fragrant with the sweet smell of just colored lips
Am I dreaming or is this real?
Slowly our lips begin to separate
Our tongues begin a slow erotic dance
The tips begin to explore beyond the teeth
Am I still dreaming I wonder?
Slowly the erotic dance of tongues begins to heat up
Licking and tasting each otherís soft inner skin
I must still be dreaming this, right?
Our erotic tongue dance heats up the insides
We both feel the heat that is generated by this simple kiss
Now in frenzy, our teeth begin to rub against each other
This is some dream, Right?
I quickly look onto your face and I see your eye lids open
Then I quickly see your bright hazel eyes before they close again
Your eyes so bright and happy matching our frenzy
I hope this is not a dream
Our tongues withdraw back into our own mouths
Slowly and slightly our lips pull apart but still touching lightly now
Our lips break contact, our eyes open to gaze into each otherís, and we smile
Is this a dream? You be the judge.
© Merrill A. Vaughan
August 2, 2003