Cessation

Lured desire seeps
from a sweet kiss
and a naughty lick
on the lips of lust.
I seduce temptation
with the roll of my tongue
flick of the tip.
A rise from the sheets
meets my motion
excites this hunger
for flavor’s paradise.
Starting as a scent
intoxicating
carried through the first taste
taken by lips’ touch
meeting my day’s covet
pleasing the moans of craving.
Intensifying heat
cascades in sweat beads
off bodies exposed
in paralleled movement.
Pace quickened
with time’s race
to the collapse of cessation.
Forms of desire
rest
reserved for time’s calling
of desire’s seduction.