Velvet Lips

Floating in the air
Out of nowhere
Your voice
Suggesting an image
Of surrender
Sneaking into the house
Like a cat
Tenderly brushing its fur
Against my legs
Eliminating boundaries
Your words patiently pace
To merge with my breasts
Entangled in white lace
They forge a chain of whispers
In a husky longing
Suspended in the intimacy
Of a rainy morning
Seducing me softly
With your velvet lips
You talk on the telephone
In passionate grips
And I feel your mouth
Sweet as a cracked fruit
Coming close to mine
As a supreme truth