The Kiss

You're standing at the counter, pouring a glass, of red wine
I walk in behind you, quietly, being sure to take my time
I wait till you set the bottle down, before I touch you
Then I gently place my hands on your shoulders
My knowing touch is just right and you move with a chill
You aren't startled because you know that it's me
I put my arms around you and gently caress your front
As I kiss the back of you're neck trailing to just behind your ears
You shudder once again and the goose bumps appear
You want to turn around and face me, but my hold is too tight
Not painful but forceful, as I kiss my way around, you sigh
Your hands are upon mine, that my touch is just right
We move slow together and grind; we're both getting hot
You're trying to turn and I let you, loosening my grip
Your arms go around me our mouths finally meet
Tongues are thrashing and dueling in our oral slit
My right hand is holding you firm in my grip
While my left hand is caressing your clit.
You beg me to continue, but I stop
I lift you up to the counter top
You sit with your legs spread and my kisses don't stop
Soon you are moaning and groaning and yelling don't stop
Then there appears a shudder from deeply within you
I know my objective has pleased you
We wait just a moment and then we share
That glass of red wine that you poured with such care.