Your lips pressing Firmly against mineDesire radiates Hunger gnaws insideMy want is palpable Kissing is our language Desires translated asOur tongues dancePulses increase in rythymIt is the beat of pure lust Foreplay is an artTeasing the sensesWant becomes needFelt deep...

Heavy Sighs

"The beginning of an evenings passion"

He takes her into his armsThere is little time to wasteAnd kiss her with a passionNot forcefully nor with haste. They feel their tongues touching Together in passion's embraceThere they dance as if oneTo a waltz's slow rhythm pace.Caressing her...