Friday, July 7, 2006

...the kiss...

I just met him and he kissed me.
A kiss that made my toes curl, my pussy contract and my legs go weak.

Damn who is this man? ...and how the hell does he know how to handle me like this, he doesn't know me like that...well...not yet

I haven't had a kiss like that...or since then...that made me weak.
I don't know you...I just met you.
...no baby...you can't come up...you can't spend the night.

My nipples screamed at my mind, just stop thinking and go with the flow!! My lips were trying to hold back the words, whelming up in my throat...wanted me to just to follow the actions of my body.

He made me laugh and smile that first night. We sat side by side...only because we had an unwelcome guest sitting at our table. Yet, before her...I was shy...by the time she came...I was comfortable... after she left I was ready to let him make a home inside of me...to cum on in and make himself comfortable.

As he walked me around the corner to my apartment...I was wondering where this was going. Was he where I was? We came to my door and ... uncomfortable-ness.
A hug goodbye. It should have been that. It should have been.

It wasn't.

We slightly turned our heads towards eachother...

Y'aaaallllll.....

Fireworks came in August last year.

Not that big on kissing you see
...seems too personal.....too......involved
You, literally, throw alot of energy into an act that involves small body parts...lips.
Hands everywhere, pulling, grabbing, firmly holding...heads turning....bodies touching, folding in, covering, pressing together....lips sucking, pulling, biting, licking, plunging

He knows the purpose of those lips...
that tongue
...and the placement of his hands on my body.
Can't you see, the words to describe this man are indescribable. He made it possible for my mind to pull me in so many different directions. I never wanted another kiss like I wanted his. Never thought about kissing the way he has made me feel about them.

Almost a year later...and that damn man has me thinking about those damn kisses.
Has me wishing for a chance to feel the smooth inside of his warm mouth, to feel his tongue lick the corners of my mouth...bring the sides up into a smile, like the way a baby moves toward a hand on the cheek...we're drawn to what comforts us. To say his kiss is my security would be not too far from the truth. The tilt of his head, the lowered eyes...focused on my mouth and the wanton desire to making sure my mouth, my lips, my senses are pleasured...those damn kisses...

Where did you learn to seduce a woman like that? Can't be taught in schools...so who told you it was good to hold my face between your hands and draw me closer...
Closer...
Closer to your lips...
ever
so
slowly...
making me wait
Making me yearn...because I know what comes next...next comes
Your mouth on mine and mine on yours and then we become one.
Your fucking my mouth.
Dipping your tongue in and out in a dance that's made for lovers...that are laying down...but we're standing up!
In and out...a sensual dance...a wet dance...I'm dancing wet and it's from my head to my...toes; 'cause surely, I'm dripping down my leg.

You made me feel like a million bucks that night baby.

Yes, just from a kiss.
Thanks for walking me home from Ha.rlem G.rill.

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