Spooning under a lunar sky.

Soft tender lips,
on mine,
Fingers tracing hips,
so fine.
Tongue, warm
Against my ear,
The tingles swarm,
I pull you near.
Fingers interlock,
Gently pinned,
In mock.
Small, circular, swings
My nipple’s hard,
Lust filled i scream,
My legs part.
Warm skin,
Beneath my fingers,
Societies sins,
Still linger.
Soft kisses trailing down,
Warm tongue,
Things move round,
Air stolen from my lungs.
My tongue, the very tip,
Licking slowly,
the length of your dick,
bra off, boobs free.
Legs open and on my knees,
Tongues working in unison.
i want to taste,
without haste,
I want to touch,
Without rush.
A reluctant embrace,
till i know,
I am safe.