Lips meet.
Something happens, an intensity of locked eyes, staring deep into the others' soul. The things that you see - desire, lust, love, longing, all felt the moment our lips touched in tender gentleness. I could almost taste you before we'd even touched. The gentleness of your lips, your probing tongue, the roughness of the stubble against my face.
A gentle moment, tender and intimate, an exchange of breath and closeness, passion and lust. A moment shared.
Something happened.
Dearest Kat,
ReplyDeleteit would appear something *has* happened.
Yours, as always, A x