The sweetest move

Your hot 

Kiss burns 

My lips.

You burn

My mouth.

Your touch 

Burns my 

Skin

As we move

Together.

We are dancing.

The dance

Of lovers.

The dance 

Where 

No move 

Is wrong.

Technique 

Has been 

Handed

Down

By 

Other lovers.

Searching 

For 

What feels

Right.

But letting

Those steps

Go...

Adding new 

Ones.

The heat

At some

Moments is 

To much.

But we continue 

Because it

Feels so 

Good.

We collapse

And all

That is heard 

Is hearts 

Beating 

Heavy 

Breathing.

Air

Water

All needed 

At this point.

Until you 

Do 

The sweetest

Thing.

You hold

Me close 

And kiss my 

Lips 

So sweetly.

I haven't 

Felt 

That move 

In years.

That feeling.

I close 

My eyes

Because 

I like it.

I like it 

And it 

Scares me.

The feeling

Of caring.

Then 

Another 

Dance 

Begins...

And I 

Step in

And start

Flying.

I can't help

Myself.

I have 

4 hearts...

And I 

Would love 

To use at least 

One.