Part One - Anticipation of Contact

This is the first part of a three part poem series :) enjoy

I'm stuck in this sensation,
a collaboration of the senses,
one wonderful feelin,
you end up dealin;
with a smile on your face

at a deadly pace
we
move to
your
room.

Slowly,
start kissing and
holding each other, lock
the door, scared
your mother,
might walk in on a passionate moment;
and
I unzip the zip that kept your dress on
we savour the moment before its all gone
We,
Kissed. and
laughed a little, while I struggled with your bra clip,
you say, you wanna..
.skip.
the boring part.

I touch you.

On the nose,
who knows what
you
were thinkin;
two almost bare bodies, almost
touching.
and i give you a kiss
upon your cheek
and wink,
I kiss
your lips, that gentle smile
then cheek;
neck, chest;
tease for a while,
your stomach.
and you know,
the rest.

I smile,
and hear that moanin' sound
your back all arched and hands
clutching, for sheets around
you
gasp for air, you shiver
in shocks of pleasure ,
and as our gazes meet
your anticipation of contact
is reached.