Being Kissed

The pressure of you lips against mine,

Your tongue caressing,

Leg pressed between my thighs,

Softly, slowly, with complete finesse.

You create feelings of hunger,

Insatiatiable yearning,

Not a moment do you encumber,

Your lips discerning.

Pressed against the wall,

Weak at the knees,

The passion, so deeply enthralled,

Tantalising, unable to appease.

Panting, I need more,

Mouth presses deeply,

I remember not what came before,

For you have kissed me so completely.