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How romance must be given enough time to provide the "spark" so needed to begin! |
i taste your tongue and the tiny telling buds of yours tells those tiny telling taste buds of mine that yours tastes warm and sweet and cloying as they touch each other tingling the senses that fuse possibilities further, of exciting wet hotness that begins as lukewarmth between two explorers who seek the treasures of the fugue state, - in the headlong flight - ... of Love ... tentatively at first, they cue up and find the other's lip and following the ridge line of enamel they trail along the delicious ridges of teeth as one-by-one, the tip of tooth and then plying that pink roof of her mouth sends her a-shiver with so much more in the quiver as arrow after fleshly arrow is shot into places so slick and inviting. As tongues meet again they swirl in this marvelous, sensuous duet as each one drives the other deeper so, a kind of duel of heat that dares the other to feel how much more passion there is that lies beneath: the upper palate is thrilled with this pliant visitor like lovers within an upper palace so filled with wild tapestries of abandon. my tongue quickly slip-slides out of your mouth, then trails down the side of your neck, feeling the pulse-Pulse-PULSE pounding within your chest, the pendulous heave-heaving of your twin breasts as I minister to your sternum flared with tongue trailing up to the ethereal air of your neck, your Eve's Apple bobs with it's increasing pressure as i mouth over it and move beyond, muscles arch up when i reach the carotids and feel the warmth of your blood racing with excitement, a gush gone by to match your blush that sighs through your entire self, from the top of your scalp and across your ridge of jawbone, to the tips of the ears and down the upper breasts, your complete, entire self now glows with a hotness complete, yet i have much more to seek in the here and now as i send you into the stratosphere of sensuous shivers as my tongue darts in ... then out ... and back into your inner ear as you nearly launch up from the bed like an ethereal pillow only to land into my arms once again. your face, eyes wide and with gleeful pleasure, enchant me with an effortless grace that grants me your silent, deepest wish for me to continue my quest to please and to pleasure you beyond measurable measure, your love sings out loudly still ---- enchant me! Enchant Me! |