Underneath the Honeysuckle

This is my favorite poem I've ever written, and the first thing that I wrote that made me feel like I might be good at this:

Underneath the honeysuckle

Our bodies tangle and entwine.

Our breaths come ragged and our knees buckle,

And I taste your lips as you taste mine.

Summer’s sweat rolls down our skin

As we tussle in the dirt,

And our passions burn akin

As you press through your shirt.

I feel myself grow at your touch,

And I feel your growing need

To tear away our clothes, as such,

And slake this thirst to breed.

I trace your form with my mouth

As I pull down your jeans,

And I move my ministrations south

To treat you like a queen.

As I trail my tongue down your hips

Your breaths come ragged, and your knees buckle.

And at last, I taste your lips

Underneath the honeysuckle.