I love the feel of my lips on your neck.
So lightly put.
Your skin is warm and I can feel the beat of your heart there.
softly I slide them.
Your skin heats my lips.
In my ear I hear your breath... steady.
I sway my body against you.
Fingers grasp fistfuls of my hair....and tighten.
I smile against your skin... and breathe in the scent of you.
My mouth wettens.
I love the expectaion of our embrace.
The connectivity of a stance.
The breath that leaves your body and becomes my own to blow back over your skin.
One and together beat. Always moving..slow and soft..knowing where this will lead, but craving the time it takes to build this.
Small movements equal enormous energy.
A constant circle of sensuality.
Breathing in and breathing out...moving...swaying.
Eyes that stare and lips that suckle..Passion times love times struggle.
Yes.
I love this embrace...and the expectation of it.
