No Looking Back

 


So far apart for so long
We need to make love as though the others don’t matter
Always like we’re the only ones
Hands on your hips, and holding you close
Lips on lips and close, hot kisses
Like warm water dripping through cold sweat
Treat your skin like the finest silk
Gentle nibbles, as you undress
Or as I undress you
Kisses placed on your nipples
And hands artfully explore your body
A caress of stress, soft but flexed
To part your legs and feel my warm hand
To see my warm smile
And know warm love, Inside soft lips
teeth teasing your neck
An empty threat
I have the power to push you down
Or hold you up
Hold you where your feet don’t touch the ground.


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