A certain percentage of women prefer kissing over sex. But the old saying goes “It’s all downhill after the first kiss.” That built up tension like a silent storm brewing. A chemistry surmounting to detonate once and for all into a lip-lock pinnacle frozen in time. Never to be equated. Or can it? Well I say never stop trying.
Pull the body close Peer into the eyes
Peek at the lips and back at the eyes
Faint aroma of body fragrance, all senses heightened
An ecstatic nervous fervor grips as muscles tighten
Sex brain engaged eyes dilated you taunt your raspberry target
Pause briefly as you feel the sensation of warm inviting breath
Moisten your beak with a quick swipe
Glide in, Slight tilt of the head
Facial scope matched like puzzle pieces
Commencing tenderly, moderately pressed upon plump peaches
Slow deliberate exchanges reaffirm affection
Take your time and sample your lover’s essence
So Soft and supple as jubilant electrodes explode off the lip’s tip
They tingle on you playfully and you hold back from a nip
Slips of your succulent wand flow over the rim’s contour like afternoon breezes across rolling hills
you can only surrender to this spell binding thrill
Flush from the rush they swell and pout
Teaseful Tongue pats greet each other while you nibble about
Gauge your partners delight with each intuitive movement of this non verbal conversation
Match the energy submit to the flow using telepathic communication
The pace surmounts becoming intoxicated on each others mouthpiece
Harder to hold back now you open further in a state of reception
Resembling a tango you grapple this bubblegum limb
Arousal and desire take the lead, now you’re really in
Passion built head tucked a slight suck then release
Adrenaline running and a soothing calm of tantric peace
Not missing a morsel feasting on your mate’s pomegranate treat
Oblivious to the surroundings lost in the moment
Reluctant to pull chops apart as you drink in your last helping of exhilaration
You just had a stirring kiss and it was better than imagination