The Kiss
Don't let it end
Eyes closed, I lean in close, hearing her breath now, feeling how close she is. I feel the warm exhale on my cheek, my mouth. Closer still and then our lips touch, softly.........so softly, just the tiniest spark of electricity, a tease, a temptation, a hint of what is to come. A brief moment my lips linger on hers, but there must be more. My hands rise up from beside me, sliding effortlessly along her jaw line, pulling her in as my lips press gently against hers once again. A smooth, warm sensation, she is caught in my grip and cannot escape, nor would she even try as I push my lips against hers again now and again, soft, subtle kisses, touching her lips in different places with each new kiss. Our noses graze each other playfully. Opening, my mouth pushes against hers, my tongue sliding against her lips now, parting, opening for me, welcoming me inside. I feel the heat rising, a burning inside me, inside her. A sharp exhale as I pull away, sucking on her bottom lip. I breathe it in and lean into her, crushing her against the wall, my hand sliding back behind her head and into her hair, feeling the softness in my fingers, holding her lightly, roughly in place as I explore her mouth. Open mouth breathing now, panting, a moan escapes her lips as I press home, my tongue dancing with hers, my fingers exploring the soft flesh of her neck. I turn my head and lean back, bringing her with me; she follows not wanting to break the kiss, leaning up, pressing into me, her arms around me now, and enfolding me, her hands in my hair, gripping me tightly. Left and right, my mouth crushes hers in every way, from every angle, my tongue darting in, playing with hers, exploring her mouth, my lips holding her against me, an unbreakable bond, a trap from which she cannot escape.....nor I. And then I break, pull back, her eyes fly open, asking, wondering, longing in them. The spell not broken, only held at bay as I look at her, see her eyes burning into me, see her chest rise and fall, her hot breath crossing the short distance between us, so sweet and so tempting. The corners of my mouth rise and put her at ease. Everything is ok. I am only stopping to admire your face, your eyes, the flush on your cheeks that make you so beautiful before I lean in once more, back where I started, the slightest wisp of a kiss like the lighting of a butterfly, just a brief taste of the beauty that is yet to come.
I decided to start of this first post with something sweet and sensual, and nearly twenty years old. Is this the first romantic, erotic thing I ever wrote? Maybe. Not likely, but my Google Drive says “2006” and that was some long time ago.