third edit of sensual poem (stiiiiiill not done)

[seconds_2_life]

Your breath on my skin
I feel it.
Your lips on mine,
I moan.
Every touch
heart racing
bleeding passion.
Your hands trail up my back,
I gasp.
The tingle of pleasure.
You lick your lips,
and mine, I taste you.
You smile and I only want you more,
stare at me with your eyes,
increasing desire.
Longing for your touch.
I am so close I smell your lips,
my eyes widen. I bite you back,
I lick your lip, I make you moan.
Run my hand along your cheek,
trail my fingers up your neck,
seductive glances.
Teeth on your neck now,
tongue on your skin
now.
I like it too much,
I know you do too.
You wear your sex
like a cloak
and I ask you
to envelope
me.
I smell you lips after we’ve kissed,
I smell them on mine,
the aroma of your sex, I breathe it in
and let it flood my mind.
Your sensuous lips, caresses, I live for it.