Lips...full and plump,
juicy, sensual, seductive and sweet, irresistible lips are my kryptonite, I
mean if I knew her lips were poison I would gladly kiss her once and die happy.
Let’s take a kiss as if it’s a race, the lips are the sports cars, silk and
speedy and then the crash, having the lips bleed on each other, that is that
desire I always feel. Hungrily, our tongues would move together and create
their own language because ‘language is wine upon the lips.’ One thing I hate
however is limitations, I believe that a kiss should be eternal, no less and no
more however we should appreciate what comes before the lips. Her burning
cheeks, her creased forehead and she moans and groans at my touch, the eyes
shut " not because the visual side of the kiss was revolting but because things
could get wild, what they eyes want, they eyes will fight to get. The neck was
of course my favourite; it is like the stem to a flower, you needed to climb up
it and take luxury in the journey before kissing the lips as I am not just
pressing my lips against her lips, she was allowing me to kiss her soul.