Bathing In Kisses

His lips kiss my temple
then tread slowly to my cheek.
The burning trail upon my skin
makes my legs go weak.

His lips brush mine silkily
in the sweetest of caresses,
while his fingers get entangled
in my shoulder length tresses.

I feel his lips upon my neck,
savoring each little taste.
My senses get lost inside his arms
when the temperature starts to raise.

I'm bathing in his kisses,
passion bursting from my core,
for every kiss touches my soul
and leaves me wanting more.

(c) Mary Barren