Anticipation with a stare
I feel the pull of your will
balmy dew of your breath
Warm radiating skin
Noses barely touching
lips closing in
deliberately teasing pause
caress of your beard to my face
My neck your hand embraced
.....and then its on!
Hot wet rapid
urgent tongues
lips in exuberance
Neck and ears ensuing
Hands and arms pursuing
Skin on skin
let me in
we went
on and on…..
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fantastic, exciting description Sandra... WAEL KARAMEH