Later On

After we turn off our lights, there is no doubt

our temperatures are high, the music is low

you’re so close to me, my pulse is in my throat

and you kiss it, catching my breathe

I feel the race in your breathing, beating rhythmically to my neck’s pulse

Our body’s steams are rising, still moist from shower foreplay

And we’re sensually aroused & tickled, by our inner-teen lover attraction

undeniably under the covers, taking my time,

as I ran my fingers tips down your neck,

down your chest to your man-line,

feeling your nature rise,

lifting the sheets & greeting me with the same smile on your face,

and with it, you caress my lips, with everlasting passion & kisses…

as desire sets sparks for flames,

as we twelve-played, cuz we knew we were ready,

we slow rolled it & stroked it with the motion…..

we savored scents, tasted loving, chocolates & creams,

fulfilling wild dreams, answering moans & screams,

finding there was more than one candy-licker in da house…

Whimpers & cries were the melodies of our souls,

love you’s & hi’s….introductions of a future to hold…

After hours, loving a Queen & loving a King…

The reality of what true lovin’ means and loving one another in it…

Later on

© 1//3/12 LeTisha.Woods