He’s caught between my lips. 

He curls them into a feral grin. 

He parts them with longing. 

He shushes them with prayer.

He’s caught between my lips.

He pouts them to remind me how much I miss him.

He purses them to send me into thoughts of his touch. 

He’s caught between my lips.

I feel him so I bite down. 

I feel him so I lick with hunger.

I feel him so I press my fingers, in vain hope, against my mouth. 

He’s caught between my lips.

My precious daydream of an eternal kiss.