Marsha E. Newman
That Kiss . . .
I can be yours, lover, but not at so easy a price
Your scent inflames the part of my brain where sex dwells
Your touch electrifies and sends shivers across my flesh
I blush and goosebump as I gaze into you intensely-watching,
Waiting for the right moment to swoop down and claim you as my own. A chaste cheek kiss will not do; a quick lip kiss fails to satisfy.
So when will our lips meet and linger, parting flesh, opening the
warmth, the wetness, the hot desire that burns within? In ye