Tag Archive | Kiss

The Fuel of our Loving Desire

My mouth trails unhurriedly on the road from the nape of your neck to your loving sweet spot.

Indulging in you, my lips caress your slender shoulders of smooth ivory like buttery cream on vanilla delight.

Strong and tender are my hands that clench your flesh under your red silk dress as you exhale a deeply orgasmic delectable groan.

Your heat presses into mine, our bodies fueled by our loving desire.

Torrent of Fiery Nourishment

Artist Max Ginsburg; pinterest.com

Robust hands clutch you from behind as the heat of passion between us rises briskly like flames ascending from a river of sensuous craving.

Breasts full and plump burst from the tightness of your dress as you grip the hem, lifting it higher, aching for the nourishment that I have promised only to you.

Moaning and exhaling the hunger that drives your most intense desire, you close your eyes to find yourself lost in a world of sensual bliss.

Warm lips begin at your ear and gravitate lower, slowly, languidly, building anticipation, heightening your impassioned euphoric release.

When Love Fondles the Heart

Artist Ed Tadiello; pinterest.com

Soft and tender were my words, my breath, my warmth that fondled her heart and enveloped her soul.

“Of all the women in the world tonight, none come close to you, my love,” I respired like fingers on a piano that touched all the right keys, “in perfect beauty and elegance, in suppleness and style.”

A delicate kiss on her ear followed my romantic rhetoric of love, revealing how much she meant to me on this date, sparking the flame that burned deep within us both, yearning to break free.

“Don’t stop,” she replied with eyes closed and a salacious moan, “let me hear it again.”

Our Night is Young

Artist Frank Frazetta; pinterest.com

It was a warm summer night, the cool evening breeze tickling your skin, wafting under your sheer purple nightgown… as you waited.

And then I appeared and with unrelenting seduction, you grasped my hand and drew me into yourself, our bodies crushing to one another, heat transferring like a sulfuric geyser springing forth from volcanic earth.

And then I kissed you and my hands caressed the place that drives you wild as utterances like the moaning and howling of a wolf escaped your lips.

Lightly biting my lower lip, you growled as I drew your leg up to my hip, my hand sliding along your velvety thigh as my mouth breathed hot into your ear, “This night, my love, has only just begun.”

Boundless Dreams and Desires

Artist George Garland; pinterest.com

It was a long arduous ride across the western plains by carriage – days even – but they only felt like minutes with ravishing Verbena at my side.

Somewhere along the way, I must have been chattering about our dreams, a ranch house with horses and children and a future we could build on, and that’s when she turned and pressed her mouth to mine.

Her soft lips felt like the gentle lapping river forging a ravine through a dense forest of pine, smooth and warm and full of life, arousing in me my deepest desire to have her.

As passion flourished and her fingers tore through my hair, I stopped the carriage in the middle of an open valley, the sky like our future wide open before us, and I knew that for now, our dreams could wait.

You’re early

Artist Ernest Chiriaka; pinterest.com

Languidly and licentiously Fuchsia applied ruby lipstick and puckered in the mirror, her heart hammering in her chest.

Her lover would be here soon, and she found herself lightly panting in anticipation and expectation, not necessarily from where they were planning to go, but rather what they were planning to do there.

In a flash, she barely had time to gasp, sensing his presence suddenly behind her, feeling his strong hands caressing her warmth and his lips pressing to her neck.

Fuchsia clutched to the dress that she had meant to put on for their date, covering only her front, whispering with euphoric realization that he was actually here, “You’re early, my love!”

Tonight You’re Mine

Artist Coby Whitmore; pinterest.com

Celosia’s deeply seductive eyes fixed on me with intensity, ferocity, and potency, potent for making love, which she was so tumultuously good at.

She slithered closer until I could feel her hot breath on my ear, the tip of her tongue trailing gently along the edge of it, teasing, goading, tormenting, forcing flames of desire to ripple to the surface of my rock hard body.

“Tonight,” she whispered close, “you’re all mine.”

For my reply, my mouth slipped delicately through loose tendrils of blonde, finding her ear, whispering with defiance, “No, Celosia, you’re mine.”