If only I could hold your face a little longer, feed on your lips, kiss your neck, touch your hair, with one hand inside your jeans, feeling you, your passion, caressing it slowly, with my tongue in your mouth.
I look at you from afar and thinking of giving you the pleasures of night, the moaning of your voice, is making me want to kiss you, every inch of your skin. I bite my salivating lip. I am imagining you with me, all bare, naked, vulnerable, in love, and with the adrenaline rush, wanting to give it to me, your everything.
My eyes gaze at you, your black hair, my fingers through, your lips, your ears, and neck, I look below to your shirt, I look at the opened buttons, ripping apart the rest, your front, kissing your mouth, to your neck, over to your chest, suck on those little warriors, kissing until you get hard, feeling it between my legs. I remove your shirt, toss you over the bed, caressing you, inside, moving my hands, all around, wrapped with you inside the sheets, my bare breast over you, my lips moving from your chest to your navel, reaching you below.
Tasting your body, taking in the pleasure, of the softness, the shivers of the love I make to you, touching you everywhere, your fingers running through my hair, my ear, and I move below, feeling you enraged with passion, and as my tongue works on you, I kiss you, taste you, holding it and you push back in joy, my tongue wrapped and playing.
You moan, and I am riding on you, sucking it in, softly beneath my lips, kissing and caressing it. I feel you in my mouth. I stop and you yearn for more, for this to never stop. You pull me up and you kiss me passionately, your hands around me, and my hands holding you hard, moving along making you wanting more, you cling to me and my breast touches you, our naked intertwined bodies, together like we were never apart, rising temperatures of this cold night.
I have you all of you, in me, your heart, body, and soul, all in pleasure, I pull you in, and I see your wildness, coming to life, your lust seeking the escape, to feel this pleasure to the extremes, the desire to seek the intimacy, to feel wanted. And as you finish, I listen to your glorious sigh, of pleasure, the groan of satisfaction.
I look at you as you bury your face in my chest, and I wrap you around me, inside the sheets, with my legs around you, my hands touching you everywhere you desire, feeling you in my every pore.
I am looking at you and I smile at you, you smile back. I look at you intensely and I hope to make you want me.
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