by Dave Casper
(03/16/11)
It was her lips more than her hips.
It was her eyes more than her smile.
It was kissing
That engineered my erections.
It was locking eyes
That made our fucking fantastic.
It was her bite more than her fight.
It was her spit more than her polish.
It was her pucker that powered my penetration
It was her sucking my lower lip that gave my orgasms delicious endings.
It was right, when she held tight, looking into my eyes,
With fingernails digging in my back, and heels kicking my ass.
But when her mouth was involved, it took delight to new heights.
The desire in her eyes extended pleasure into satisfaction.
And raised the hairs on the back of my neck.
It was her seeing me that made the difference.
But it was her lips that changed my life.
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux