eyes woozy with my lust, eagerly waiting….waiting….for the kiss….the kiss….the kiss….the kiss…

The kiss that writes the script we will read word for word.   The kiss that speaks for me and to me.   The kiss that says take me, consume me, make me yours tonight….take my body, my hips, my lips, my all and use it for your bidding.  The kiss that tells your desires…yes, even those desires.  The kiss that gives to you and only you.  

Or the kiss that says sit back and relax, don’t move a muscle, I will take charge, I will paint the painting.   The kiss that presses against you with wanton lust, unfulfilled passion, tingling flesh electrifying.  The kiss that says you are mine tonight….my lips unable to resist pressing against yours harder and harder, taking you in.  The kiss that makes you mine.

Or the kiss that says let’s play, fingers tempting, smiles alluding, words caressing each other with no end in sight….teasing and taunting, loving and wanting, laughing out loud, holding out as long as we can.  The kiss that yearns for the next, unable to wait, pouncing without notice, prying into those places.  The kiss that tells a story of playful mystery.

Or the kiss that screams, haunting even your waking hours.  The kiss of confusion, not knowing what will come next….intoxicating, living, breathing, loving.   The kiss that stops when you want it to start and starts when you can take no more.  The kiss memories are made of, memories forgotten.  The kiss impossible to forget, impossible to keep or tame.

I want to be yours tonight….

Truly,
Belle