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 ass

When his finger found my moist center opening,

and slowly fell into the warmth of its wet depths

I had to remember,

 Too breathe

(C) 1ManView