Temporary Crossing

When I tasted you

it seemed like something

we'd already done,

maybe a life time ago -

in another dimension,
another dream.

Lips kissed yours
as the tongue caressed your open smile

and with each lash you moaned,

back arched, hands lead
to squeezing proud tits

with little mounds,
standing to attention,
my attention.

Soft feel of thighs
against shoulders,

moaning pleasures

of a kissed connection,

sound waves in the dark.

Lost for hours

between your meat

whispering sweet nothings

into you.

Never want to be found.
Fuck our escape.
Let us be.