His lips on my neck

there is  nothing in this world like the feel of his lips on my neck. Soft and warm and tasting me. I swear that my heart leaps out of my chest with every tender embrace. As his words fall from those lips upon my ears. Telling me of his love and his desire. I am left breathless and weak. There is no resistance left in me. Only the sweet surrender of my heart, my soul and my flesh. I am his simply because he kissed me. And kissed me well. Scarlett O Hara could take a lesson from me. And find that real happiness comes from surrender to a man who knows how to kiss you.


1 Comment

  1. hispetitelle said,

    May 16, 2014 at 1:25 am

    Amen to good kissing!

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