In the middle of a sentence, he kissed me,
Soft, with firmness,
Tenderly, but with passion warmth
Breath hitched,
Hands drifted to my sides idled,
My legs became soft as putty moist,
My mind went to a place I only know when he is near me
Neck,
Shoulder,
Covered breast, became a victim of his docile kisses,
My world twirled,
My liquid pooled in my center space
Fingertips wondered under my panties elastic,
They touched me softly here, they touched me firmly there,
Each touch felt more sensuous then the last
My breath flowed quickly past his ear, as he held my body all so close to his bosom,
While his fingertips roamed my hills, my valleys, my erect mountain tops,
When they dipped into the wake of my moisten pool, he whispered into my ear,
I'm going to make you cum
My body rose up on it's toes,
My breath inhaled deeply, then abruptly came to an end,
My body shook, as a whole,
"My soul came, audaciously" ...
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