poetry in motion

A sweet exhale brings a certain curve to your lips

How I enjoy to watch them in motion.

As that loveliness in between.

Comes through and brings ecstacy to mines.

As my hips squirm and toss and turn

I feel the tightness of that inner muscle

That makes me rise up and beg for more

As my silent cry is being ignored.

You bring me back down to reality

You depart that certain curve

You have given my lips, down to my outer thighs

And as the rest of my body rises up, you look to see

That loveliness that came in between that certain curve to my lips

How you enjoy to watch in motion

As my ecstacy brings a sweet exhale

Out of that certain curve to your lips

Which holds that loveliness in between

Yea feels like sweet ecstacy