The Kiss

With tender passion, our lips came to be one. With soft and delicate nibbles, and longing moans of pleasure. My hand laid softly upon your cheek, as my tongue parted your waiting smile. In a moment of lust i pull you closer to me, feeling the beat of you heart, as if my own. The fire inside ignites, burning hotter then ever before, as my pulse begins to race. My hands caress the curves of your body, massaging along their path, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath. Fiercely now, our mouths attack one another, in heat, and passion and longing, out body's become one. Motion, like a slow dance, the beat of our hearts mixed with our moans, the beat we dance to. In a moment of ecstasy, it is done, and the longing again begins, for the next time, my lips and yours can be one.