Our Fire

by Debbie Johnson

hands exploring
each well formed curve
starting with face
till you work up the nerve

to travel each breast
each nipple seek out
to torment with fingers
and then taste without doubt

on downward you tease
using fingers and lips
can you feel my excitement
as you get to my hips?

I'm wanting release
pressures building within
as you continue a trail
softly caressing my skin.

The trail now leads
to waiting treasure below
moist with anticipation
as my juices they flow.

First fingers, then tongue
I'm wanting you inside
to make me complete
make the pressure subside

As bodies become one
feeding relentless desire
passions increase
while consumed in our fire...

About The Author
I am a 35 year old mother of four. I like to write poetry. Sometimes the steamy ones just pop into my head! :) I welcome comments about my poetry here.