Aug
19
Coming Home
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I walk into the room wanting you very badly . . . Ive missed
you and have been thinking about you all day. I see you sitting
on the sofa reading and a wave of tenderness overtakes me
. . . you look beautiful and so desirable. I stride towards
you purposefully and take you into my arms. I sit next to
you and kiss your face, your neck, your ears. I hold your
face in my hands while I kiss your lips with mine . . . passionately,
demandingly but gently and sensually as well. I touch your
lips with mine- feeling their softness give under the pressure
of my longing. My tongue touches your teeth and probes beyond
- finding your tongue - the tips touching gently, expectantly.
I use my tongue to explore yours - it glides down its length
as I savor your sweet breath.
