1 October 2012

Nowhere to move,

You struggle slightly,

Hands above your head,

I grip them tightly,

Your eyes wide,

Anticipation and fear,

Your lips dry,

My head moves near,

Your face turns away,

My hand holds your jaw,

Porcelain skin,

Without a flaw,

I press against you,

Your body tenses,

Adrenaline rush,

Heightens your senses,

Your face tilts,

Cheeks flush,

That burning feeling,

A blood rush,

Movement restricted,

Wall against your back,

Looking defiant,

Ready to attack,

I trace your lips,

With my finger,

Your mouth opens,

My eyes linger,

The glint in your eye,

Set to inspire,

You lick your lips,

Aflame with desire,

I cradle your neck,

A look of bliss,

Our lips entwine,

As we share our kiss,

My grip loosens,

Your arms surround,

Squeezing me tight,

Our love has been found.

AugustusA Look Of Bliss • Opuss № I