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, to take for so long but remained unclaimed. My lips are covered with your sinfully soft ones. I can feel your anxiety and I moan softly to encourage your wandering mouth. Your taste is heavenly sweet, your tongue delightfully rough, probing as it circles and caresses mine. We break apart for air still wrapped up in one another. Tears almost flood my eyes as you smile at me so lovingly.
This is more than I ever expected.
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