no expectation
04/11/2013 “I was staring at you and you were staring at me and right then it was sort of like love, wasn't it?” Instead of pulling away from you embrace, I turn my face into your neck, breathing in your cologne, Pour Homme; maybe Versace, Gucci.. whichever it was, it was seductive, inducing. I use my lips to caress the smooth skin there. Kissing you as you deserve to be kissed with all the love I am to offer. I feel your throat quivering with unspoken feelings. The steady quickening of your heartbeat is like the vibration a bass drum on my lips. My hand moves up over your chest, threading its way thorough your hair and settling on your neck wetting my mouth, I move down across your body. I hear you moan as my tongue grazes your ear lob, licking the tender flesh beneath it enjoying the goosebumps that run over your arms. From the small gesture I move to gaze into your eyes and smile, softly. Your eyes mirror my love and all my desires. Finally you steal what is rightfully yours, t...