patsey

Your lips brush across mine, tasting of strawberry.

Your breath brings heat and life to my desire.

As I pull you close and slide my hand down the tower of your neck,

the tip of your tongue taps gently on my teeth and I grant you access to my body.

You tilt your shoulder out, inviting my hand to wander down to the pillowed hard-ness of your nipple, as it pushes against my touch through fabric and bra.

Time stops. My mind races. My heart pounds. My goddess awaits.

Please. Please. Kiss me again.