Sonnet 69 – Whimpers

You whimpered first when we kissed our second
time.  Your mouth met mine with such sweet force, your
lips and tongue all the treasure I could want.
But hungry eyes and hands promised me more

of warmth than I had ever dreamed or known.
You snaked your leg around me while we stood
unevenly, clutching and crushing one
another, seeking sweet balance.  No word

speaks so clearly to me as what you do.
Your every action screams bright longing
and a desperate yearning for one true
moment of joy and completion.  Writhing,

our mouths married to heat in need, we move
as one toward release, still fearing love.