Senses and Intentions

A drop for impact......

Please, before you attempt to claim shock due to the nature of this writing, remember that I am human, therefore I’m keen to behave like one in every ramification you can think of, unless proven otherwise, and when proven, please accept it.

Sooooo, to the business of the day.

I want to feel your lips on mine, not quick that leaves my lips bruised, or French that escalates too soon and leaves my tongue dry sometimes.

I want a slow buildup, you know, something that will lead the way for us before we reach the peak. I’d start with little kisses around your lips, not pecks or bland pressing of lips, but those ones that recreate the minute feeling of a main kiss (mini-kisses if we may). I’d start at the right edge of your upper lip and feel your neck lean towards me from there (I have to straddle you for optimum effect, you see). Then I’d skim your cupid’s bow and move over to your lower left.

At this point, you’d catch on to the little game, but you don’t mind; you’d try to pull me in, but of course, I evade, because the process has to play well for us to achieve the finish. Then I’ll move over to your neck and lick the line that moves like so anytime I watch you speak while tugging at the knots in your hair (far be it from you to be a baldie).

Next, I’d rise and take your upper lip softly, it will be delivered with a fluidity that makes your blood rush, your head swim, and your skin sizzle. All flood signals let loose at this point. I move over to your lower lip, with my tongue tasting before melding. I complete this with a light bite because of how soft your lips bounce against my teeth. My hands stay on your throat, who tells the rest of your body about the glides and strokes of my fingers and the intention behind each touch.

Then, I’d go back and alternate between the 3. We don’t need to come up for oxygen because the drops between our pauses are enough air for us. There’s no rush because the flow of the river’s blood is sure to reach its destination (that sounded so put together in my head).

Time and tasks hold no ground here. The ending of the night is uncertain, but one thing is for sure: The core memory of a lover’s kiss has been stamped in your brain. You’d be damned if your brain can ever shelve it to a summary because at that time, every organ shuts down to give space for your lips’ nerve endings, your lungs’ diaphragms, and your nose's air flows. Circuit conduits go off till I end the session with the gliding mini-kisses we started with, now we can smell the smoke between us.

and they say foreplay is a lost art………

Just wanna tell y’all that this could happen under 5 minutes; vivid description of movie adaptations.