Your lips deeply tasted mine…

To the moment I still wonder if was your eyes?
Or was it your sweet tender smile?
Was it your soft, loving touch?
Is it the fact that we seem to be lost parts of a soul matching back together?
The fluid talk, the immediate connection, the building passion…

All in you makes me wet, you seduced my soul long before my body…
Oh but when you touched it…
Respectfully in spite of the showing desire,
Passionately as only a book lover does…

Your lips deeply tasted mine…
We booth breathe in as if just soaking up the moment
Just feeling each other…

I’m the possessed one and suddenly you performed some type of witchcraft in me…

Oh you’ll be mine…
Oh… I’ll be yours… Oh my…

Scarlett

 

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