Lips
Succulent and full
pressed tenderly
against my own 
Deep and soft 
and satisfying...
Searching for Mr. Goodbar...
You are here. He, is you. 
You am him. 
That chocolate, smooth,
satiny goodness, 
sweet pillows grace your face,
breathing life, 
while invading my senses.
Overcome, no longer
is there rhyme or reason. 
I am lost 
in that place between 
here and there, 
where and when, 
then and now. 
Lips, 
lush and indulgent
pressed decidedly
against my own,
and I exhale, while melting
into the moment, 
into you. 
Allowing my essence
to dance in, among,
along side your own...
Desiring no longer
to be alone - 
I want only, to breathe
with you.