I dream of a kiss

one kiss, the first

soft, turning bold
ripe with promise
hotter than fire...
luscious
sweet
lips so wet and full...
I dream of
soft upon soft
falling into each
others' curves,
hearts beating wildly
finally
letting go
diving headfirst
together
into passions rhythmic dance...
something is awakening in me
long buried in dreams
no longer content
to exist merely in fantasies
and wistful yearnings.
the heat rises from my gate of pleasure
and uncoils up my spine
spreading
warm
tingling in my belly
sensations in my breasts...
I dream of our bodies clasped in abandon
dancing the dance of pure, unleashed passion
giving...fully
receiving...fully
our soft womanly bodies
sweating
moaning
primal
not very ladylike...
womanly wild!
Beth Sage Walker