These lips parted at first look at you

painted red and awestruck

they felt the hot breeze of my lungs exhaling.

These lips murmured incoherently

sunk by small talk,

halting quiverings and my feverish brain's

quivering;

my lips first butterfly brush with that mouth of yours-

an electric spark- surging across the  bridge and gap between us;

too close for retreat; not yet touched.

My mouth opens shyly

lips searing

the two now shocked by the moistness of it

the warmth

the urgency

the need

the fire

the full body grappling

the inside dam bursting

releasing

on-rushing from my body to yours

both now

singing the sensual music

souls sing

when two lips

find their perfect match.

I feel weak