Kissing

Kissing. I find kissing to be something sacred between a person and who they care for. It's almost as sacred as sex; you don't want to just do it with just anyone. When I kiss someone, I want them to feel my passion and desire for them. I always start off with a small kiss, just a little peck. Then I kiss them again, but a little longer. I look into their eyes and read what they genuinely want; me. I place my hand on their cheek softly caressing it. I whisper in their ear sweetly "I want you." I slowly back my face away from them and see the fire in their eyes as my words cause them to ache for my touch again. Our lips clash together, and I can taste their hunger. More and more, I feel that same heat spread through my body and soul. I'm not kissing someone who I've known for some time and have become acquainted with. This is someone who I've shared my thoughts and secrets with. I let them into my life to not only fill in my cravings, but to share my growth as a woman. A woman who embraces the love between herself and man.

Kissing. I honestly crave it not only on my lips, but also my body. From my shoulders to my legs, I want to feel the soft fullness of those lips marking every part of my frame. I close my eyes in ecstasy not because I don't want to see this moment, but the pleasure can be felt more when it is thought of in the mind. My mind, which is a library of my kinks and fantasies. I can not only speak upon them, but to show you the true desires that only you deserve to see.

Kissing. The same lips that speak the words "I love you" will also prove my devotion for you. Actions speak louder than words, indeed they do. I pour all my love into my movements through a kiss that can't be called something so simple. A humble kiss can turn into a holy bond of a woman's temple slowly being opened by the one man she trusts. And I trust you with my heart, mind, spirit and soul.