Soft sweet butterflies flutter my belly as my heart pounds under my full aching breast. I wonder if you know what I’m feeling or how badly I want the first kiss…the chaste fleeting touch of lips, breaths mingle sweetly as we take a deep excited breath (waiting in anticipation) before our lips met again. Only this time there’s an undeniably hunger of a leisurely deeper sampling…
Insatiable wet tongues encounter initially to fulfill this open, ravenous pulsing raw need to taste and to be tasted. Finally, just as the lack of air burn our lungs (to bursting) reluctantly we part gasping for much needed breath, and hearts thundering in beat like sharing one body. Eyes meet and lock greedily observing the hot sweltering yearning of two halves met in one soul. Arms swathe about each other for fear we might fall…but too late for the ground beneath us trembled…
~Written By: L. Marie Acton (copyright) January 11, 2004
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