Your lips
I can’t take my eyes off your lips
I follow their outline with my index finger, and their masculine red color burns me
I feel their hot skin under each finger …
… I remember every time I wanted to kiss them.
I eagerly press right in the middle of your lips, letting you cover my index finger
to wet it …
to tighten it …
to keep him captive …
I press my cheek to your forehead and my hand slides under the collar of your robe, on your back, drawing ample circles on your skin.
All this time, I feel the fine bite of my teeth on my finger that is still captive
Without kissing you I straighten my lips on your cheek
up to the forehead
and down, close to the ear lobe
Then I let my head slightly to one side, until my lips are perpendicular to the jaw line
I move them easily … without pressing … until they sink, one by one, into the pit of your chin
I’m tempted to stop,
for the corner of the mouth
it reaches me
from your lip
overturned.
I do not know what to do…
So I force your lips tight
and I release my finger
wet
just to put my tongue on it
and to suck it
… beautiful
… as you did
