Perhaps it's not raining as much in southern California... though something about the rain makes me long for slow kisses, clenched fingers... rasped breaths intermingled with warm sighs... maybe you, too?

As Romeo said, "O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do" -- but more, let bodies do what lips would do; what words whispered in your ears might speak.  

You see me for the first time. You smile. I smile back.  A warm embrace; our fingers lace.  You want to kiss me. I want you to kiss me.  We do... warm, wet, inviting... it's only the beginning... can we make poetry without words?

Caresses begin with a glance...

Sweetly,
Sophie

MMM I love seeing you post here!! That means I get to see you(me being selfish)!!

And Gentlemen ...
You better take advantage of this amazing girl.
She is soo hot you may well get burned.
Treat her with respect and love.
I promise she is more than worth it!!

From one lover to another..
Kissez in all your sweet spots
Sage