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One Kiss Forever
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One Kiss Forever One Kiss Forever Find you here and let me explore, this room is warm and coffee growing less hot, and outside the cars driving by, slow to call out to the girls walking home. But this cafe is warm, and I have found you, and we want to explore. I want more of the words tipping off your tongue, the shine on your cheekbones attracts, and the intensity of your eyes as you listen, until I am falling in sheer delight, against the politics of the night, into a gentle embrace, my lips warm seeking yours to say a desirable hello. Your reply in the same language of the kiss, is clear, as you welcome in this enquiry, and consenting to explore beyond words, deeper we indulge this kiss. Our heads are moving, as we track the kissing pursuit of the other, not trying to escape rather trying to expand the coverage and intensity of this kiss, pausing sometimes as we do to seek out another breath or two, smiling inanely at the pleasure we are sharing, at the heat building, at the addictive want to continue this kiss. For it is not kisses, it seems this is one kiss, rooted in the reality when our lips first touched, and now driven and held in place by long iron rods through the physical infinity of ourselves, the drinks grow gold, and the other patrons less bold are leaving, and the DJ has changed the music once or dozen times more, and when finally we surface our faces are flushed, and a sense of humid warmth clings despite the chill of the night, and half the tables in the place have chairs placed upon them, and we are both slightly breathless, though we have not moved an inch, in fact moved less than that, for the place where you were, and I was, we have managed to compress to an even smaller physics questionable space, as if this kiss was a black hole and we were being drawn in beyond the event horizon. so we must move, and seems we are abruptly clumsy, for our legs refuse to un-entwine, unless specific demands from a brain lost in fog of a kiss, this mist of desire and enjoyment, must be pushed aside momentarily to allow us access to mobility and to find a wallet to pay the bill, and the staff give us a lazy wave, and suspect a whiff of smoke from the kitchens is of an<b> illegal </font></b>weed being partaken, but we have other ways this night to make our world shake. and your coat is long and black, covers you but you do not button it up, and in your boots, with the high heels you are almost up to my nose, so when you tilt your face I can easily swoop to deliver another world stopping, pausing kiss, until the bouncer gives a little cough, because we are standing in the doorway, and he would really prefer to close up, before he gets too cold - a chill in the air we do not note, but which gives fresh excuse to wrap ourselves together, and you invite me to walk inside the drape of your coat, and like a strange dark crab we move up the street, stopping sometimes, leaning against a sign, or a parking meter, or a wall, or in a doorway, to continue the kiss which continues and once more or is marked by its continuation not by its interruption. And you see the stars, and so do I, and no constellations do we know, but we feel they look down proudly on we too, as we navigate along the street, till finally a taxi without a light on saying ready to be hired, catches our attention, and pulls a U-turn across the late night traffic, and offers a quicker way home. And though we could wander these streets forever, safe and secure in each others presence, suddenly the idea of a warm room, surrounded by your presence, your scent, the ability to talk and whisper long past dawn into the new dawn, our thoughts swayed. In the back of the taxi, the street lights throw Noir shadows across your face, and your hair becomes a curtain I brush aside to refresh the memory of my lips, of our kiss, to deepen the kiss we are sharing, the heat we are building, and there are drops of moisture on the windows, the beads of which make me think of your aurolae, around your nipple, as your coat open, your shirt undone, I can see the taut nipple straining against your black lacy bra, so as we kiss I insinuate a hand and cup the delicious warm full orb, and thumb in tactile tackling slips and slice across the taut nipple, tracing the breast beneath the bra, and in our kiss you allow a little gasp, and you entwine against me tighter, and wrap around me tighter, and our tongues are seeking to share every piece of dna, of dreams, or ourselves, which in a kiss can be communicated. When the taxi driver calls out, takes a moment to respond, as we are here, and we as good as home. And somewhere, find the money in my wallet, and he gives us a grin, and heads on his way, and teh key finds the lock, and we stumble in, the carpet soft beneath waht have become impatient feet, and closing the door is a struggle as the kiss demands to be continued, the kiss demands the kiss we must complete, and eventually it is a foot flicking which slams the door behind us, and the room in which we could sit and talk is just down the hall, and we take one step, and never make another as your shirt is undone, and your bra has come unattached, and you are cooing words of desire, and you are so hot, and I want to touch and love to feel this heat of you, which is you, and my mouth drifts from kissing lips, to capturing a breast, and a nipple, and you capitulate the idea of solid sentences as tongue does address and suck and lick, and taste this nipple sweet....and my clothes are melting away, and so are yours, and a shoe gets cast off like ballast no longer needed, and growing naked we bind against each other other, to hold in this new delicious heat we suddenly are so hungry to commit to memory, every line, every plane, every millimetre, of you to kisses falls, to caresses molds, and we are holding tight, and your core is hot and wet, and this is your central sex, and you are urging me on, and I am trying to see if I can make you cry out again, give a sigh like a bird taking flight, as you a moment ago, when you gripped one of my arms as if you could fall further than the floor, and we are melting and melding into your core, and I am moving with you, and the floor maybe cold but we are hot, and beads of perspiration taste under skin, and as we reach a last hurdle to clear, you pull me close, and once more the kiss begun in a world of another time, and now the kiss which opened a way to another world of delight, continues, and sends us both into those last moments of conscious action before a splash of lava colour washes over us, and we hold tight, so damned tight, and our kiss is fused, and holds, and.....a moment seared into memory.......then upon our clothes we lie, your head on my chest, our clothes around us untidily scattered......and our breathing slowly comes back to normal, and you are smiling, and the bed is just down the hallway, and we just lie there, for now, for this time, we are content with here....and the knowledge the kiss begun in the cafe this night, could continue at any moment, and will continue in daylight, and night, and in the core of ourselves, for as long as we wish to each other delight. So have you ever been in this kiss, hanging fragile on hummingbird wings? Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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This is exquisite. It's what kisses should be, but often aren't. I was breathless too.. I think I started holding my breath somewhere in the middle. Since words are the way to my heart, I think you are well on your way, my boy! 
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This is exquisite. It's what kisses should be, but often aren't. I was breathless too.. I think I started holding my breath somewhere in the middle. Since words are the way to my heart, I think you are well on your way, my boy!
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