His Touch

The touch it burns Fingers trailing questioning lingering You lick your lips yearning arms wrapped tight A question in my eyes and pleasure on my lips Your fingers brush my hips A small moan is my acceptance And now you don't hold back We settle in this well known dance You fill me up Your breathing quick My eyes search yours lips part with every moan A gasp escapes my lips You stop it with a gentle kiss And so we lay entangled As we try to slow our beating hearts