I like that about you…
Biting lips as soft as rose petals
The whisper of midnight lashes
On high sculptured mahogany cheekbones
A slight lift of corners worried
By tiny luminescence
I like that about you…
Hard little points on the softest mounds
Straining against confinement
As arms rise above head
Taut midsection begs a kiss
Unaware of silent explosions
I like that about you…
Supple compliance under insistent mouth
Little moans meant to cause upheaval
Come in sharp, soft gasps of breath…
The whisper of midnight lashes
On high sculptured cheekbones
In deep sleep