Passion

Your skin on my lips — warm. Heat emanating from the depths of your body, piercing my own and warming my heart.

My lips on your skin — dancing delicately around the soft surface, itching to feel you, a little more, a little fuller, a little warmer.

Your body, addicting mine...
my body, addicted to yours...

The way you move, my body moves... we twine together like snakes, trying to feel each other... can't get enough... I need to feel you deeper... fuller...

I hold you tight, feeling your breasts press up against my chest... Your heat... my body craves it and yet, feeling it only makes me want more... I feel your skin, warm and smooth, pure desire radiating from your core, brushing against mine... I feel your nipples, hardened in the passion we're about to share, press up against my hard chest and soften. I feel you.

As you move so desparately, thoughtlessly, so lustfully, I feel the churning of my gut, the fire in my stomach, the flare to my head, as I twine my body back around yours.

We were no longer the people we were just minutes ago — we're animals. Our intimacy, this ancient dance, pulls our bodies together. It feels so right... so... natural. Like birds in flight for the first time.... or snow foxes playing in the arctic tundra, their wrestling devolving into satisfaction of pure, carnal urges, we give in to our deep wanting for each other.

Your hands... creeping about my back... exploring regions unfelt to anyone else before. Your fingers trace lines on my skin aimlessly, as I work my lips upward along the side of your neck. I feel... you. Your smooth jawline, the washed skin of your cheek, and the soft flesh of your earlobe. My teeth nibble at this looseness, gently and carefully, as I slide my tongue across you. I breathe you in, my body connecting with yours, and finally, I let you go, only to press my head against yours... you lean back against me and I feel your weight in my grasp, my lips at your ear again...

"I love you...
and...
I want you... deeply.
Let's make sweet, sweet love, and savor each other
as we slowly digest each others' tastes..."

My lips wander further. You are my world. My lips traverse your face, finding the bountiful treasures abundant within you.

At last... we meet again. Your soft lips pucker and suck along my dry ones, feeling me. Our mouthes connect as a bridge between our two worlds. We collide, becoming one.

Our arms, they reach around each other. We can never be too close. Our souls joined together and tighter by the second. As you reach around me, pulling your breasts into me, I pull your face in tighter. The hot, bare desire between us clouds my mind, and I forget all else but you. You incense me. The fire to my match, the spark to my coals. You turn me on, and make me feel alive.

Wet now, is the bridge between our worlds, the rivers flow once again on our lush forests, fertile ground ripe to be sown with an abundance of life.

Fill me up as I want to fill you too. We hastily pull our clothes off, hastening the momentary lapse of passion between us as our shirts interrupt our kiss. The gap in between us is soon refilled, nothing to keep your body from mine.

Soon, our bodies will be fully joined, made to be one as nature intended. The pressure between our hearts pulls us deeper together, as we feel each other like no other has before.

I need you — deeply, unsatiably, unendingly and —

forever.