From your cheek to your ear, down your neck and back up to your chin. Tasting your lips is the creation of the thrill I get when I walk my kiss upon your skin. Like steps on their own journey feeling every pitter patter from the heart. Creeping slow the crave intensifies from such a sculpted work of art. As I can feel the heat of my own breath crawl back upon my face. Being that close to you is damn near insane. Knowing what you could do to me just by cracking a smile. You're a rush of pure intensity rising to the surface with expressions wanting to live. Taking in your features as my sights linger in awe. Your beautiful in every sense of being perfectly flawed. Pulling me in to go deeper as tongues dance for a few. Oh the passion in the act is more than enough to want a lifetime of sighs on the loose. The taste of your sweat and the nibbling of you lip. The adrenaline alone is enough to make my suck on our skin. Passionately gripping at every inch of you. Mmm, the flavor of you juice. Pouring from your body as we gravitate in motion. Having one desire, to to end up in complete devotion. With smoochies from head to toe. And in the act of making out and allowing the intensity to flow. Time doesn't exist nor here nor there. As neither of us even fuckin care...
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