Underneath the Honeysuckle
This is my favorite poem I've ever written, and the first thing that I wrote that made me feel like I might be good at this:
Underneath the honeysuckle
Our bodies tangle and entwine.
Our breaths come ragged and our knees buckle,
And I taste your lips as you taste mine.
Summer’s sweat rolls down our skin
As we tussle in the dirt,
And our passions burn akin
As you press through your shirt.
I feel myself grow at your touch,
And I feel your growing need
To tear away our clothes, as such,
And slake this thirst to breed.
I trace your form with my mouth
As I pull down your jeans,
And I move my ministrations south
To treat you like a queen.
As I trail my tongue down your hips
Your breaths come ragged, and your knees buckle.
And at last, I taste your lips
Underneath the honeysuckle.