The one thing that always made my eyes close
Was your silky smooth lips on my shoulders.
The way they kissed my body, gently, effortlessly,
The tickles they incited in me,
The way they made my body twist and turn.
But the warmth of those lips was no match for the fire in my soul.
My eyes would pierce yours as they planted kisses against my silky thighs,
Sometimes, I didn’t need their playfulness; I just needed their undivided attention.

The other thing that made my eyes close was your tongue,
When it goosebumped my nipples into hot pokers of the night.
The way it parted my folds with its side-to-side playfulness;
The way it persuaded me to leak profusely onto your chin,
And the way it slithered its way upstream against my raging torrent.
Always in the direction of my needs and desires
Before emerging at the foot of that mountain;
Flicking its way upwards and pushing me with it.

And now my eyes close for the finale.
The very last time I shall see you in the flesh,
The last time I shall feel your kiss on my forehead
And the last time you shall see me smile.
It is not the end though, far from it.
It is the beginning, the rising that we must all endure.
I must leave you now. Only I know that we will meet again,
And your lips will make my eyes close once more.