lipsink
facing me
softest lips meet
in chaste untimecy
your lips
our lips part
tongues spiralround
deep meeting
you turn
legs parting
opening toward me
I ask, “may I?”
you, “don't be daft!”
smiling
so we kiss again
soft hair entwining
lips unfolding
tongue reaching deep
pressing close
closer closest
touching embracing
moist and warm
caressing and tasting
licking slow loving
valley and mount and star
1st June 2024 (from a dream, night before)
