Honeymoon Poem by Snake Blocker

My tongue slow dances in your mouth.
It's a Tango of a different kind.
My body presses against yours and the excitement increases.
Our hands explore all the terrain.

My fingers stroke your beautiful long hair—slightly pulling.
The skin is resting on skin and that moment is forever etched in my mind.
The connection is complete and we unite as one.
Our story could never be spoken with words—for those words do not exist.

The chapter has just turned and a new road map is created.
You are now my first lady-making me speechless once more.