The Kiss

What is in that moment when lips meet for the first time? When you think just for a second that the only thing in the world you desire is to melt into this person, breathing them in, as a timeless sense of longing and desire springs up seizing you. A dance begins from the first moment that the anticipation builds: a sizzling energy that pops and crackles with every touch, every meeting of the eyes. There is a look that passes between you, a flirt with the eyes, with your demeanor, the way you move around each other weaving out the steps of an intimate dance that brings you closer and closer to the edge of some great abyss until you are ready to close your eyes and leap or burst from the pressure of it all.

It starts with a touch, simple yet charged, maybe it’s on the back of your hand or your arm, then your eyes lock falling into one another. Your heart leaps and soars causing your body to shake. You catch your breath a momentary halt as you wait what feels like an eternity before bodies are brought closer. Just a gentle pressure guiding your back forward until you press fully into another body, the warm heat of another engulfing you, lips slowly brush against yours, the light teasing caress bringing forward a hard need for more.

You feel heat from his breath slide softly across your lips and awaken you. Was there ever pleasure that existed before this moment, before him? What is it in that soft barely there touch that drives you wild, and gives rise to so much need, a need to have him inside you, to have the air pass from inside him to inside you in an intimate caress. You strain to feel that first brush of his lips gently tease against yours, only a whisper of touch. Parting on an exhale, head tipped back you open to him, ready to be invaded, devoured, and whimper when he holds back. It’s just the opening move, the taste that brings you to the brink before his hands claim you, grasping your face between his strong hands and holding you firmly, thumbs pressing into your jaw as you open wider just a hair before the kiss you have been waiting for possessively takes you. You yield, moaning into the exquisite pleasure of this one moment when all that you desire is only a possibility and a yearning. An intense craving for more, to give up everything and fly free because in this moment there is only this, you, him, your bodies, the pulse that races beneath your skin and the echoing beat beneath his skin and the delicious knowledge that anything could happen next.