Write 365: 1068 – The First Shall Be Last

It’s a skill that takes time to master
The gateway to paradise or be labeled a failure
Her hair pushed aside, trail leading from the back of her neck
Traces along her collarbone and down her back with each sensual peck
Spoon her closely and keep the embrace as the lips wrestle
She enjoys it as your bottom lip becomes that portal
Energy flows between the two of you and things are taking shape
Trying to pull away but the passion is too great for to escape
Exchange been so deep you don’t know who’s breathing for who
Staring into each other’s eyes noticing that all was true
Never knew that dreams coming true was the reality of this
As the two of you perhaps shared your last first kiss