He Said ~ Vol 2

Bare skin, drizzle of honey,
licks, sticky lips,
kissing berries
off your arched back --
breakfast in bed.

Your shoulder,
bare beauty,
needing only
my kisses
to clothe it.

A shudder escapes
from your parted lips
as I push
your delicate buttons
again and again.

Hush,
let's keep this
touch
of anticipation
building.

When a lick
becomes a kiss,
becomes a bite,
becomes a tug,
becomes a mark.

Cool windowpanes
feel your spread fingers
as I display
our joined bodies
to the whispering woods.

Arm around your hips,
lifting you up
onto my shoulder,
back to our bed
for another round.