Truth Is Poetry

Missing, Loving, You

By: Craig A. M. Goines

     Your body’s soft, like cotton. Your smell is somewhat sweet. The sexiest thing about you is when you lick your teeth. I look into your eyes, as we begin to kiss.

     I miss the feel of your tender lips. The way I held you softly by your hips. Your arms around me holding, but not pulling me in.

     In the room we make our way. Onto the bed our bodies lay. My lips, wet, kissing along your neck. Your head moving and your body responding. I slowly drift downward.

     Softly along your shoulder blades, I slightly nibble as I kiss. Your body jumps, and gets the chills. Your eyes close as I make my way to your chest.

     You breath in deep as I kiss between your breast. My hand softly cups the left gently as my lips caress the right. I stop at your nipple and lick softly around it. I blow softly and let my lips continue their work.

     I slow down at your ribcage kissing from your sides and continuing to the middle of your chest. Your body’s so responsive. Jumping at every kiss, loving the touch of my lips.

     Down I make my way, till I reach your belly button. Your hands rub on my face, trying not to grab. You’re fighting a growing desire that I happen to be feeding.

     Right below your belly I kiss you in such a way. That you responded with a moan. Your body tightens up and slightly shakes. You’re back arched and your fingers griped my hair. You lifted my head and I smiled.

     I move your hands and place my head on your thighs. I let my lips softly run down the inside of your legs. As if I we're licking off drips of caramel.

     I spread your legs and my placed my tongue right between your lips. Tasting your bodies’ excitement, as my arms hold around your thighs. I used my hands to open wide your lips. So I can kiss and play with your clit.

     Toes curl inside out, while your body screams for a break. Yet I still continue slowly just to be a tease.

     How I love to see your back arch. The expressions on your face. Hear your moans and how your breathing pattern tends to change.

     I love how when I eat you out, you scream into the pillow. You pull up sheets and your legs slightly shake. I like to treat you good. I do whatever it takes. But orgasms come when I start to slide into you. How much I miss loving you.