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KISSES - UPON THE OTHER BODY
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KISSES - UPON THE OTHER BODY Kisses - Upon the Other Body The morning bed seems smaller, roused from sleep by sunlight creeping. The clocks can announce all manner of times, and the only one to say truthfully, is this is when you, yourself, wake; and Sun is risen. Across the bed, or is that along, another body sleeping. The sheet and doona cover to hide the naked form, only hair, and face, and mouth and ears, and nose, and top of neck you can view. Beautiful to you, as you view this beauty in relaxation rejuvenating from the night before. The bed appears smaller as last night it seemed vast and unknowable, a land of<b> exploration </font></b>for great explorers, and we two were those. Though it was not bed we explored, and charted, and tracked, and traced, rather with our intelligent inquisitive hands, and fingers, and tongues, and lips, it was each other we sought to define and know and comprehend. There had been understanding previously, of the type which says greater intimacy can be enjoyed, and perhaps we are well suited, however until we set out properly exploring the truth of word and thought cannot be exactly quantified. Will it simply be of a quantity, of note for number of another time with another person, or will the moments captured and shared be of greater import to us both. Moments to recall when we feel cold and isolated from human race, a warming fire of recollections to keep out the numbness of which modern life seems to dictate we must have a share. So first kisses, and kisses many. A simple tool for lovers. Everyone has one, and yet so few seem to know how to use them. There is always a certain skill with kisses, as you might find with a person driving, and we all can manage that after one fashion or another, but then there are some drivers who drive at Formula One, or in snow slush gravel road rallies between massive pines at extreme speeds, and survive. So this easy kiss we used, and shared. Then we took our simple tool and used it as a lever to our thoughts and body's feelings. Building from the simple act of lips pressing, to lips light sucking, and asking questions of each other with our mouths, and tongues which darted and tangled and shared the arousal of our form, of our thoughts. We could then have quickly pressed on, however over this kissing we steadied and paused, set a base camp higher in passion and desire, than many might have sought to establish. Our kisses were deep, our kisses were perpetual, our kisses were fire, and our kisses swept a shiver as if ice across exposed sensual nerves, and our kisses built a fire which raged, and our kisses stole our breath leaving us breathless and hanging from that kiss in some other world, beneath some different sky. And our kisses did not cease when our lips finally parted from each other, instead tongue and lips, and mouth, communicated and sought out those nerves and points and peaks of interest, which can be reached by slowly peeling back the clothes of the other person, and placing your mouth to lift and tug at the skin with your eager hungry loving lips, and slash lines of sensation with tongue....and captured nipple upon breast, and ran nipple cross line of teeth, lead, and charted, and rasping, by eager talented tongue..... Our kisses tasted initially of warm skin, and then an undercurrent of arousal within your mouth, and within my own, and of a line of sweat here, a patch of sweat there, the yielding of your body delicious to this attention, the warming of your skin so it was succulent beneath my mouth, and the lifting of dew and juices from your sex, from alongside and upon your thighs. This kissing so we practiced with such fervor we forgot about world outside, and at times forgot about our own limbs and hands, except those places to which you paying attention at that time, and to those to which I was paying attention as our simple human brains were overwhelmed by the tactile information and sensual energy pouring through our bodies, as our lips explored, met, tracked, seduced, enveloped, rolled, sucked, licked, glided, brushed, and consumed every inch of the other upon the bed. The bed become a universe in size, for we had become individual firing atoms, sparking Catherine Wheel in excitation, in exhilaration, and in ecstasy, from these kisses laid over each other, upon each other, or where first a kiss might track, and claim, and set a sizzling arousing mark upon the other body. These kisses rich we shared, and set our thoughts, and aroused our bodies, and taught our very molecules, to delights as yet uncharted, and yet undone, and for now unsaid, as lost in kisses bliss we drift, and rise and fall, and at dawn, with light creeping now to where you lie in slumber, the world beyond kisses we both in rapture and joy shall explore. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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