Our Time
Our Time
On a bed of rose petals I will tease and caress like the hands on a clock, on your belly lay you down arms out stretched a smile on our lips.
Your head is twelve I kiss my way down, till your neck is reached then down your spine instead of three my fingers entwine at the hour nine o’clock.
More kisses I plant as my way goes down, till I reach the spot at six o’clock, up and down with nibbles that will make you giggle, till at last up I go till the spot three o’clock is found.
Roll you over till our eyes do meet, in yours you see me lick my lips.
Kiss my way back from your fingertips, three o’clock is now the starting time, then I reach a rising chest on which tenderly it’s lovingly kissed.
Down, down slowly I go, till again hello six o’clock comes back around, the taste of fine wine with rose’s sweet smell I go up and up to stroke the hour which is nine o’clock.
Your eyes closed as each lid softly and gently are lovingly kissed, space you make for my head to rest, as we wait in peaceful slumber, to start a brand new day.
By
Patrick D
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