The soft, gentle brush of skin on skin, air moving over the quivering lips, the anticipation . . .
I dream of it
Among other things.
Sometimes I can actually feel it.
Feel your soft, fuller, lower lip
That I’m eager to bite
Feel how your lips would fit perfectly over mine.
The exchange of breath
The tangle of our tongues
As they dance with passion.
I can feel your fingers
Tenderly cupping my cheeks
As you pull me closer
The moment before our lips meet
A delicious anticipation.
I can feel the desire swell between us
As my body melts into yours
And our arms wrap around each other.
I never want to end
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