Monday moaning .... Breathe ... Picture poem (Repetitive))

When his strong hands gently pulled my body into his

meshing the soft flesh of my breast, into his chest

When his lips captured mine in a deep sweet kiss

while his fingertips slowly traced the curvature of my spine

When his hand first slipped past the skimpy lace of my panties

and traced the smooth flesh of my behind

When his finger found my moist center opening,

and slowly fell into the warmth of its wet depths

I had to remember,

 Too breathe