When he touched me I wept.
But with his kiss...his kiss.
With that caress between the tongue and lips, I exploded.
The first stroke, a glancing brush,
Caused me to shiver from head to toe.
And gasp aloud from the longing it evoked deep within.
His muffled laughter caught me too.
One quick look, down into his eyes and I knew.
Here was a master of the art of kiss, which exchanges between the tongue and
Two tongues were introduced,
One long and wet, the other small, hidden away.
Was found, lengthen, and hardened, by the strokes of the one it meets.
Following which, explosions often carry.
Although the intensity of the ride may vary
When connection becomes frenzied with the tongue and between the lips.