This kiss
Our lips colliding
Tongues caress
Stroking and sliding

Grinning
Nipping on your lips
While your hands
Grip my hips

Cunningly
I know what to do
If forever in the future
I was with you

Dare
Would I care?
NO
Hands would grip your hair

Want
It's not a greed
Or sufferance
Just need

Need
You want and crave
May not think you deserve it
But it's something God gave.