It may take me hours to get from the top of you to the bottom.
I kiss in circles, in wandering lines,
And I get distracted along the way.
I’ve got the time if you do, And I swear to you now, Not a piece will stay unkissed.
My hands will follow where my lips roam Softly, slowly, learning you by heart.
Every sigh you release, I’ll answer,
Every curve will be mapped with longing.
I’ll pause where your breath catches,
Return to the places that make you tremble,
Trace the heat rising beneath your skin,
And taste the hush between your words.
I’m in no hurry, love.
This is worship, not a race.
Let me get lost in you—
Again, and again,
Until time forgets how to move forward.
I kiss in circles, in wandering lines,
And I get distracted along the way.
I’ve got the time if you do, And I swear to you now, Not a piece will stay unkissed.
My hands will follow where my lips roam Softly, slowly, learning you by heart.
Every sigh you release, I’ll answer,
Every curve will be mapped with longing.
I’ll pause where your breath catches,
Return to the places that make you tremble,
Trace the heat rising beneath your skin,
And taste the hush between your words.
I’m in no hurry, love.
This is worship, not a race.
Let me get lost in you—
Again, and again,
Until time forgets how to move forward.