A MOMENT WITH SPIDERMAN

Hands-
tracing the mask over your face.
Fingers-
lifting up the mask, stopping,
just above your lips.
Lips-
meeting yours, kissing,
so lightly, so softly.

Hands-
buried in my hair,
pulling me closer.
Fingers-
tracing the back of my neck.
Tounge-
in my mouth, massaging mine,
forcefully, passionately.

Rain-
heavily, pouring.
Clothes-
stick so close,
becomes my second skin,
like your costume is for you.
Legs-
support you,
as you hang upside down.

Kiss-
never seems to end.