Slowly, almost to the point of pain... you drag your supple lips across mine...
Back and forth, back and forth…
searching...caressing...
MMM, I taste us on your lips...feel the fine hairs of your beard...
My heart is beating so rapidly...I’m certain you can hear it…
can feel it.
Your talented fingers slide over me...
Keys of a piano, you tickle and skim across my skin...
the song you play has me singing in near ecstasy …
has me dancing...
winding...
and then, you begin to hum.
The vibrations roll through me from the depths of you...
raising fine bumps on my skin...
Balancing on passion’s edge, I catch you watching me...
The look in your eyes is one of triumph…
of pleasure...
You know you were the cause... that you were the reason…
And it is that look that sends me tumbling...
into the arms of blissful...
rapture.
DAMN!!!
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