Lips

[Semicircle]

Oh exquisite libidinous mouth
     Guiding me enthusiastically towards ecstacy  Chill out
I dwell in your sensual embrace 
     Savoring each luscious lip

     Your every touch is bliss

I trace each lip with my tongue  gross
     Lingering to draw out pleasure  
My fingertips coax them closer and
     Pressing mine to yours  I can't tell what's happening.

            I am transported 

An inviting nip, nibble, bite more gross
     Pulling away with lascivious intent
Your lips respond with eager passion
     Feeling the heat of my fervor

          In your fullness, I melt

The words I boldened seemed forced to me.

Also, you might want to work on the attractiveness of your poem
since that is what I think you are going for
because I was more creeped out than aroused
throughout this.